RATED PG | | X-files M&S Humor/liteRomance/liteAngst
Author: Darshann
Repost?: Definately, just keep it intact and with my name on it,please!
Spoilers: None, but fits nicely into post Millennium, Season 7
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and the X-files are not mine, thank you so much CC for creating them. The rest of this story and it's characters belong to me (Yeeeees OBEWAN) However, if the people of the X-files should ever stumble upon this story and like it, take it and use it. Just let me bring GA some coffee between takes :)

THE NOBLE TRUTH
by Darshann

FADE IN

FLORIDA STATE UNIVERSITY, HONORS DORM
January, 23 9:00PM

A study room tucked away in the basement of the Honors Dorm. It is lit by flickering fluorescent lights and a faintly buzzing Coke machine. 10 college students, 7 boys and 3 girls, ranging in ages from 17 to 20 sit around a formica table. The table is covered with a multitude of odd shaped dice in various colors and sizes. Alongside the dice are quickly drawn maps, scribbled notes and small figurines. A few of the teenagers hold or play with a prop that would seem more at home among King Arthur and the knights. One of the older boys, DYLAN, sits behind a cardboard partition set up on the table, which is just high enough to hide what he reads as well as a precise map which is before him. The others listen.

DYLAN is a 20 year old junior, tall and skinny with scruffy dark hair.

DYLAN:

...The stairs wind down to a room that is dark and empty but for books resting under dust. It smells of mold and death. (He pauses and looks up)

GIRL 1:

How many doors lead out?

DYLAN: (smiles)

There are no doors.

TALL BOY:

Then it's a dead end; we should go back up.

MAZARAN (a 17 year old freckled boy):

Let's at least look around. Mazaron the Elf Thief, steps into the room and begins looking at the books.

All the rest murmur their agreement to do the same and nod their heads.

DYLAN:

All roll one oct die and one cube for INTUITION and LUCK.

All the players roll their dice. MAZARON picks up a green octagonal die and a regular white die, shakes them and then drops both on the table. DYLAN leans over and looks at the boy's dice, which have landed on 6 and 8. He smirks.

DYLAN:

Lucky roll, Mazaron. You notice one of the books resting on a stand and have a strong feeling it must be powerful. You pick it up. You dust off the cover, it reads: Sacrament of Dreams. Opening the book you find instructions and spells that deal with dream walking, i.e. the entering of the dream world in the flesh. Do you have magic skills?

MAZARON:

No.

DYLAN:

Who has magic skills? The higher the better.

A small mousy boy (GANDOLF) in the back of the group raises his hand.

GANDOLF:

I'm a Sorcerer, Highest Level. Um.... I mean; Gandolf, sorcerer highest level takes the book.

DYLAN:

Original name. (smirks) (pause, looking at Gandolf) Well? Do you want to try any of the spells?

The other players look at GANDOLF with expectation.

DYLAN:

I remind you the demons are closing in and there does not seem to be any other way out.

GANDOLF:

Is there a spell that will take all of us out of this place?

DYLAN:

Yes, and as highest level sorcerer you should know that. Duh. (snickers from some of the players)

DYLAN picks up an old book that he had under some papers below his chair. It has SACRAMENT OF DREAMS embossed in curly gold letters on the front. He hands the book to GANDOLF.

DYLAN:

Look it up and then read it aloud.

GANDOLF opens the book to the first page, turns a few pages and the runs his thumb down the paper. He lets out an exhale and flips to about the middle of the book.

GANDOLF:

Groups Entering the Dream World
Extremely Dangerous and Life Threatening
Sorcerer Highest Level
Create a Ring of Fire and place all members within, facing outwards...

CROSS FADE as GANDOLF continues reading (heard as a murmur).

The POV rotates around the room as if very slowly spinning.

The group is now sitting in a circle facing out within another circle of candles. The other lights have been turned out. GANDOLF stands in the center within another circle of candles. DYLAN sits on the outside watching. The room is now strangely quiet, but for the voice of GANDOLF.

GANDOLF:

....let each member close their eyes. (they all close their eyes, a few giggle and they are shushed by DYLAN) Let each member exhale as if in one breath... GO (they all exhale). Let us chant together these words: From flesh and blood...

ALL:

From flesh and blood...

CROSS FADE as they continue chanting,

POV continues to rotate, a little faster.

ALL:

into light I travel...

CROSS FADE, POV spins faster.

 

ALL:

entering the world of dreams...

POV spins so fast the images blur into streaks of color

ALL:

No longer form or matter.

POV stops spinning abruptly.

GANDOLF looks at DYLAN who nods. GANDOLF kneels and places the book on the floor. Then he rolls six dice all of different sizes, shapes and colors.

CLOSE-UP ON DICE.

They echo as they hit the cold hard floor. Catching the light of the candles in their many facets as they spin. They spin out of the circle and land near DYLAN's foot. He leans down into the frame to peer at the die. Without looking up he says with surprise:

DYLAN:

Wow, great roll for the spell! Oh, but pretty rotten for PROTECTION (he looks up).... Hey!

PULL AWAY TO REVEAL ROOM.

DYLAN kneels by himself in a now empty room. The candles flicker and all go out.

MUSIC/ TITLES ETC....

FADE IN

SCULLY'S APARTMENT
January 29th 3:33 AM

SCULLY is sleeping. She murmurs in her sleep.

SCULLY:

mmmMulder (giggles) Mulder, stop it. (pause) Look. Sleeping bags are falling.

THE PHONE RINGS

SCULLY jerks out of her dream and stares at the phone. It rings again. Noticing the time, she sighs back into her pillow and presses a hand to her eyes in exasperation. It rings again. She slams her hand into the bed angrily and grabs the phone off the hook.

SCULLY:

What! Dammit.... What?!

MULDER (over phone):

Uh... sorry.... I....

SCULLY (annoyed and sleepy):

Mulder, it's 3:30 in the morning. You woke me up from a sound sleep.

MULDER (over phone. obnoxious):

Mmm. Nice dream huh? Was I in it?

SCULLY (opens her mouth and then closes it again. She places the back of her hand over her eyes and exhales deeply) Muld...

MULDER(over phone):

Well, you better get dressed. Pack a bag for warm weather. I'll be over in an hour to pick you up.

SCULLY: (sitting up now)

Mulder, it's three thirty (he hangs up) - in the morning!

She scowls at the phone and then slams it back onto the cradle. She fumes momentarily and then gets out of bed grumbling.

DISSOLVE TO:

4:30AM

MULDER sits in a car which is running. SCULLY opens the passenger door and throws a bag into the back seat. She gets in.

SCULLY:

I'm sure my neighbors really appreciated you honking at this ungodly hour.

MULDER:

They'll get over it.

MULDER starts driving. He hands her a file. She opens it. Inside are printed files obviously downloaded from the internet, email transcripts from the Tallahasseee, Florida Sheriff, faxed photos of 10 FSU college students, their school records and bios and a copy of Dreamscape Rules and Guidebook. SCULLY starts reading through the file.

SCULLY:

You got all of this this morning, since last night.

MULDER:

I couldn't sleep so... (shrugs)

SCULLY:

Tallahasse...we've been there before. (MULDER nods) Says here a group of kids was last seen playing this... game (pause, her eyebrows begin to crawl up to her hairline.) ...this game (She looks up at him) in a dorm basement and now they are missing. You woke me up at 3:30AM for a missing person's case?!

MULDER:

Keep reading. They're not missing they disappeared. There was a witness.

SCULLY: (raises her eyebrows)

What? Into the white light?!

MULDER: (glances at her)

No, this is not a case of abduction, if that's what you are referring to. These kids may have...(lowers his voice) inadvertently invoked a spell...

SCULLY:

Mulder, what are you talking about? Witchcraft? Invoking spells? (She waves her hands around in mock invocation) That's just a bunch of hooey.

MULDER:

Well, maybe. (SCULLY looks at him with shock) They were playing one of those role-playing games and they where pretending to invoke a spell that would send all of them, the ones that are missing, into the dream world.

SCULLY:

Yeah, pretending.

MULDER:

Right. But when they finished they had disappeared. (looks at her with meaning) Right in front of the Dungeon Master.

SCULLY:

The what?

MULDER:

The.... his name is Dylan Vance. (he reaches over and pulls out one of the photos) That's him. He runs the game. (SCULLY looks at the photo and reads his bio). See a role-playing game; it's like a story. All the Players (or Gamers) are characters in the story. The Dungeon Master creates the boundaries of the world they are in and what can happen. The Players decide what they want to do within the story he tells. And they roll dice to determine the outcome of each decision. A character can die or gain power or -

SCULLY:

You sound like you know a lot about this.

MULDER: (smiles)

Yeah. Well, 'back in the day' (SCULLY raises one eyebrow) I played these games too. Except I played the sci-fi kind. These kids are doing some other ... (SCULLY tries not to laugh) What? They were fun. Anyway, this kid, Dylan, when they still didn't turn up the next morning he called the Sheriff. Who thought it was just a prank. (SCULLY gestures indicating she would have to agree with that idea) But when they didn't turn up after 2 days they started searching. Seems they've vanished without a trace. The Sheriff called the FBI yesterday and after hearing his story it was handed down to me - us.

SCULLY:

This is approved? (MULDER non-verbally indicates that it is only marginally approved) (she sighs) Still sounds like a bunch of kids either ran away and this boy is covering for them or they are all pulling off some kind of elaborate prank. (pause) I know I'm going to regret this, but what do you think?

MULDER:

Well, it looks like what they were pretending to do worked for real. I think they stumbled onto a real spell and where lucky or maybe unlucky enough to do everything just right.

SCULLY:

Real spell.(She stares at him and then shakes her head to herself and looks down at the case file)

Well, at least I know we should start by questioning this Dylan.

MULDER:

Right.

CUT TO:

FSU, HONORS DORM.
7:00AM

The two agents walk down a hallway. One STUDENT in a bathrobe stumbles sleepily out of his room into the hall. He perks up when he sees Scully and smiles dorkily. SCULLY ignores him, but MULDER gives him a scathing look. The boy scuttles away. They stop at a door and MULDER knocks. Nothing. SCULLY looks at her watch.

SCULLY:

Imagine that, some people actually sleep in past 3:30AM. Kids these days.

MULDER looks at her sideways and knocks again. A muffled thump comes from the other side of the door. SCULLY raises her brows and looks at MULDER. After a few beats the door opens and DYLAN peers out sleepily.

MULDER:

Dylan Vance? (the boy nods) Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully of the FBI (both show their badges). We'd like to question you about the disappearance of your classmates six nights ago. Can we come in?

DYLAN:

Uh. Yeah. It's a mess in here though.

DYLAN opens the door to show a tiny single room strewn with clothes, books, papers, soda cans and candy wrappers.

DYLAN:

And there isn't much room.

DYLAN pushes a bunch of papers off his bed onto the floor. The AGENTS enter. MULDER pulls a chair out from the desk. Another pile of papers falls to the ground before he seats himself. SCULLY casually sits on the windowsill next to him, the only clear space in the room.

MULDER:

So tell us what happened on the evening of January 23rd.

DYLAN:

Well, I was DMing a Dreamscape game. It was a pretty big game. (He pulls out some papers from a pile on the floor.) Here are the maps and the world plan. (MULDER takes them and looks impressed. SCULLY looks bored) There were 9 of them. Regular mix, elves, warriors, sorcerer-

SCULLY:

What happened right before you say they disappeared?

DYLAN: (looks at her, obviously mesmerized by her good looks)

Um. Well, I had them in the castle (He points to a map that resembles a floor plan. MULDER scans it with interest). But they don't see this of course (indicating the map in Mulder's hands), they have to draw it as I guide them. So they didn't know that they were walking into a dead end. (He points to a room on the page that has no doors. MULDER nods unconsciously still gazing at the map.) They were here and demons where coming behind them. The room was an old library. I had one spell book in there. The only way out was to use the spell book to escape the room. They got lucky with their rolls and found the book.

SCULLY:

This is all make-believe though, right? What really happened?

DYLAN:

Well, yeah. (pause) This kid, Sam I think. His character is Gandolf. He was playing a sorcerer. He said he'd try to invoke the spell. So I handed him this book I had found in an old magic store for the game.

MULDER:

A-ha! This book. Do you have it?

DYLAN: (peering at Mulder strangely)

Yeah. It was still there when they disappeared. (He looks under his bed and brings out the book and hands it to Mulder.)

MULDER:

So Sam actually acted out one of the spells in here?

DYLAN:

Yeah, well all of them did. Sometimes we act out parts if they are interesting and important enough.

SCULLY:

So then what?

DYLAN:

Well, then after Gandolf, I mean Sam, rolled his dice they were gone.

SCULLY:

You saw them disappear?

DYLAN:

Well, I saw them all standing there in a circle and then I looked down at the dice and when I looked up they were gone.

SCULLY:

How long were you looking down.

DYLAN:

A few seconds maybe.

MULDER:

Show me what spell he used in here.

DYLAN:

Page 369.

MULDER opens to page 369 and starts to read it silently. SCULLY looks at her partner waiting to see if he has anything more to say and then turns back to Dylan.

SCULLY:

Do you know you can get into a lot of trouble playing a prank on the police, not to mention the FBI? (he nods opened mouthed) You sure you don't have another story for us? (he shakes his head)You sure they aren't just hiding somewhere or they all took off and you agreed to cover for them? (he continues to shake his head)

DYLAN:

I know it sounds pretty OUT there. I'm not crazy. I know these are just games we play. But this time something really happened. I wouldn't buy it either if I hadn't been there.

SCULLY:

This isn't a game you're playing now... with us?

MULDER:

He did all this with the fire and the chanting?

DYLAN:

We lit candles for the fire. Circles of them.

MULDER:

What did he roll?

DYLAN:

A 3, 6, and 9 for the spell and three 1's for protection.

MULDER:

So you think the spell worked, but then something went wrong and they can't get back?

DYLAN nods.

SCULLY:

Do you know these other students well?

DYLAN:

No, actually. Most of them are freshman and a few sophomores. I'm a junior. I'm the RA for this floor. Uh, Resident Assistant. It's kinda my job to watch out for these guys. And in exchange I get free room and board plus some pocket change. I knew them in passing most of them. I mean I would recognize them, but I didn't even know most of their real names until I had to go and report it. I had to do all this paperwork. You can't imagine trying to do paperwork on 9 people vanishing into thin air in front of your face.

MULDER: (smiles as he nods in understanding)

I bet this isn't going to reflect too well on your record. (Dylan shakes his head.) Can you show us the place where this all happened?

DYLAN:

Sure.

SCULLY gets up and moves out into the hall. MULDER, still holding the book and game plans, follows with Dylan. DYLAN starts walking ahead leading them to the basement.

SCULLY:

We should be questioning the other students, their friends.

MULDER: (shakes his head)

Most of these kinds of kids don't have many friends. Gamers usually aren't very social. They keep there noses in books mostly, heads in the clouds. This game was probably their only social activity.

SCULLY:

Sounds strangely familiar.

MULDER:

Canvassing the whole 600 students that live in this dorm, not to mention the 25,000 on the campus, would be a waste of time. A very big waste of time.

SCULLY:

Well then what about their parents?

MULDER:

Scully, do you remember being in college? Your first time away from home. Out of their power. Freeeeeeedom! Did they know anything about what you did other than the grades you made? I think the best lead we have is this boy. Either he's lying, they tricked him somehow, or he's telling the truth.

SCULLY:

I don't think he's lying. (Mulder nods agreement)

They arrive in the basement. The place looks the same as it did earlier only empty and daylight pours in through small widows just below the ceiling. DYLAN flips on the fluorescent lights. MULDER walks over to the two circles of extinguished candles, one within the other. SCULLY begins looking around the periphery of the room.

SCULLY:

Where are the exits?

DYLAN:

The way we came, and through there is a door to outside. (he points behind her into the darkness) That's it.

SCULLY walks in the direction he has pointed entering a hallway. To the left is a heavy door. To the right the hallway slopes downward past walls of chain link caging into darkness. DYLAN comes up behind her.

DYLAN:

Down there are locked storage areas, and further on the laundry room. The cops searched down here first off and found nothing.

SCULLY:

Looks like a dungeon.

DYLAN: (smiles)

Yeah, that's why I had the game down here. Nice ambiance.

SCULLY walks to the heavy door and pushes. It lets out a loud squeal as it opens. Outside are dumpsters and a loading area. Further out the small campus road.

SCULLY:

They could have propped this open and snuck out while you weren't looking. Maybe someone wanted to get you into trouble or get back at you?

DYLAN:

It was closed when I came to look only a little while after they were gone. And it was only a few seconds anyway. Nine people would have to move warp speed fast to get out that door in a few seconds, not to mention that squeak.

SCULLY is about to say something else when MULDER walks up and interrupts.

MULDER:

You know there are instructions on how to get back, but it has to be done from inside the dream. Too bad they left the book. Do you think you could recreate the ritual exactly as it was done?

DYLAN:

Well, outside it being only the three of us... and in the daytime. (he nods slowly)

The two men walk back into the main room. SCULLY scowls and follows. DYLAN takes the book from Mulder. MULDER leans over and taps the page the book is open to.

MULDER:

That should get them back here. Simple really.

DYLAN:

Start lighting the candles. We all have to participate (looking at Scully).

DYLAN switches off the florescents. MULDER grabs a few lighters from the table and hands one to Scully, one to Dylan. DYLAN and MULDER start lighting the candles. Dylan on the inside of the inner circle, Mulder on the inside of the outer circle. MULDER stops and looks across at SCULLY, who is still standing there holding the lighter watching them.

MULDER:

Come on, Scully, humor me. You can say you told me so when it doesn't work.

SCULLY:

This is ridiculous, Mulder (she moves over to the opposite side of the outer circle, steps inside and starts lighting the candles) and possibly sacriligious.

MULDER:

We aren't calling up any demons, (he looks over his shoulder at her and smiles playfully) just trying to escape some.

DYLAN:

Shhhh!

They finish lighting the circle in silence. Then DYLAN starts reading.

DYLAN:

The Sorcerer now stands within the inner Ring of Fire looking northward (Dylan points silently in front of him). The Travelers (he points to Mulder and Scully) sit within the outer circle of fire, facing outwards, each in balance to the other (he points to the opposite sides of the circle).

MULDER sits down to the right facing East, SCULLY glances at him and then sits down to the left facing West.

DYLAN: (reading)

Between this world and death there is a place of spirit. A place we visit in our dreams, if only briefly. Yet in the flesh one may enter the dream just as though you walk upon the world. If you are true of heart and of noble soul you may enter unscathed. Yet only the most noble and true are able to walk back across the barrier. Within this spirit world bravery and truth reigns. Cowardice and mistruth bring peril and even death. Heed these words. (he turns a page.)

SCULLY stares out in front of her with a look of great annoyance on her face, her lips pressed into a thin line. On the opposite side, MULDER looks as if he's about to explode with excitement, a boyish grin on his face.

THE ROOM BEGINS TO SPIN AS BEFORE

DARIN: (continues reading)

.... let each member close their eyes. (Mulder closes his eyes immediately, Scully rolls her eyes and then closes hers as well.) Let each member exhale as if in one breath... GO (All three exhale). Let us chant together these words: From flesh and blood ...

THE ROOM SPINS FASTER

ALL THREE: (SCULLY reluctant, but following along)

From flesh and blood ...

CROSS FADE, THE ROOM SPINS EVEN FASTER

ALL THREE:

No longer form or matter.

THE SPINNING STOPS ABRUPTLY

DYLAN holds the book tight to his chest and rolls the six dice.

CLOSE UP ON DICE.

They spin across the floor and stop. Falling on 3, 6, 9 and 3, 3, 3.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL AN EMPTY ROOM

CUT TO:

SCULLY stands up. She is surrounded by thick rolling fog making it hard to see anything around her.

SCULLY:

Mulder? Mulder, where are you? Where did this fog come from?

MULDER: (behind her, only a little ways away)

I'm over here.

SCULLY wheels around and starts in his direction and bumps into DYLAN.

DYLAN:

Sorry. I... It worked. Hey, Mr. Mulder it really worked. Woo hoo! (he starts dancing around in front of Scully)

MULDER comes into view smiling ear to ear.

SCULLY:

You look like the Cheshire Cat.

MULDER:

Aptly put. (pause) Now see Scully? I told you so... (His grin widens)

SCULLY:

Mulder, this is obviously a dream. I must have nodded off during the ritual. I fall asleep pretty easily you know. And I didn't get all that much sleep if you'll recall. What am I doing? I'm talking to a figment of my imagination. Now I'm talking to myself.

MULDER:

Well, if this is your dream then how come both Dylan and I are in it? (She raises her left eyebrow) Ok, well if this is your dream then it doesn't matter what you do, it's just a dream. So you might as well come along for the ride. You might have fun...(he starts to move away) come on Scully... follow your dream boy.

SCULLY growls in her throat and stalks after him. DYLAN follows them a few paces back.

SCULLY:

You are NOT my dream boy. You... you

MULDER:

Remember you have to be truthful. (SCULLY sends him a withering look and he shrinks back)

SCULLY:

You alien-chasing, partner ditching, porno watching, (catching the last, MULDER looks back at her hurt and wide-eyed. Scully melts visibly).... Puppy-dog eyed, gentle-souled... (Her blue eyes widen as he comes closer to her and she murmurs under her breath) dream boy.

DYLAN: (head in the book)

We have to find the others soon. The book says that if they are here too long they can't ever go back. It doesn't say how long that is though.

MULDER and SCULLY break off their silent gaze to look over at DYLAN. MULDER nods and grabs SCULLY by the hand, tearing off into the fog.

MULDER:

What were their names? Do you remember? Either of you? We should shout them or something.

DYLAN:

Sam, Barbara, uh Gordon, ... Eric, Craig, Tony, ... Elizabeth... um

MULDER:

There was a Bill and ...

SCULLY:

Susan.

The three start yelling the names out as they walk along. The voices echo back at them. Scully stops suddenly and looks down at her black shoes. One of the 2-inch heels has broken.

SCULLY:

Damn. (MULDER follows her gaze and peers down at her shoe)

MULDER:

Just dream another shoe. (She looks at him like he's nuts) Scully, we're in a dream here, anything can happen. Look I'll do it for you. (he looks down at her shoes, they turn into a nice new pair of thinly strapped dark red 3-inch stiletto heels.) Mmmmm. Much nicer.

SCULLY:

What? You think I look better in hooker shoes? (they turn back into the black heels they were)

MULDER shrugs and walks away. SCULLY follows him with her eyes and then looks back down. The shoes return to dark red stilettos. They continue on.

SCULLY:

Why is it so damn depressing in here. If this is my dream, we could at least be at the beach... or.... something (she stops in her tracks)

The scene has changed to resemble a tropical island paradise. MULDER walks ahead in tan khaki pants and a loose off-white safari shirt. DYLAN is in Bermuda shorts and a bright Hawaiin shirt. SCULLY looks down to find herself dressed in a lightweight cream dress that reaches to her ankles. It flaps against her legs in the soft warm breeze. They are all bare-foot. DYLAN still holds the book, MULDER the map, and SCULLY finds a wide-brimmed, cream sun hat in her hand. She puts the hat on and sets herself down on a large piece of driftwood. MULDER looks back and sees she has stopped.

MULDER (walking towards her)

Scully, come on. We have to find them.

SCULLY:

Why? This is my dream. I want to sit in the sun. Besides we can call them from here. I don't see how moving around inside a dream world is going to get us any closer to them. Look how big it is.... (waving her hand in the air absently).

MULDER:

That's just your perception, 'cause you made it big.

SCULLY:

Well, then if we only make it as big as this beach, they are bound to find us.

Suddenly a shimmering wall of light folds around the shoreline and encloses the beach along with a stretch of ocean. The beach becomes an island surrounded by water. And skirting the water to all sides is the shimmering light. MULDER looks around surprised. DYLAN walks back to the two.

DYLAN:

What's going on?

MULDER:

Scully, just had a brilliant idea. (SCULLY eyes him suspiciously) In the dream world you just have to think it is whatever you want it to be and it is. Making it just this island means they can't be too far away.

DYLAN:

But they can ... any of us can make it something else...

MULDER is silent for a moment. SCULLY digs her toes into the sand, smiling to herself softly.

MULDER:

Except Scully here really believes this is her dream alone. All the rest of us believe we are in some other dimension or alternate reality. Her truly believing this is just HER dream makes her thoughts more powerful than any other.

DYLAN nods and then walks a few paces away. He picks up a shell and examines it and then moves further away scanning the ground. MULDER drops down on the sand next to Scully. He leans back to rest against the wood Scully sits upon.

SCULLY:

I always wondered what it would be like to be trapped on a desert island with you (she smiles at Mulder.)

MULDER:

Really? (he looks up at her) Would you make me your looooooove slave? (he smirks)

SCULLY:

Hmmmmmmm (she arches an eyebrow at him). How would you survive without a cell phone or a VCR? No aliens or psychic phenomena to fill your days?

MULDER:

I could find other ways of occupying myself- I mean IF I were trapped on a desert island with you.

SCULLY: (in a very small voice)

What if we weren't, what then?

MULDER squints at her and wrinkles his brow in confusion.

MULDER:

You really think this is just you dreaming, don't you? You're just dozing in the basement while Dylan and I are sitting in the dark.

SCULLY:

I have no idea what you are doing, maybe you are asleep too. Maybe I'm still at home asleep in my bed and you never even called me at 3:30AM! This whole thing could be a dream. What else could it be? I certainly don't believe that that silly spell worked and we are all in the Land of Oz here.

MULDER (smiles and reaches up to touch Scully's cheek)

I hope you never change. I know I seem like I want you to sometimes, but.... I can't imagine you any different. You wouldn't be Scully. And then how could I be me?

SCULLY: (serious as nails)

That doesn't make any sense... (MULDER starts to laugh and can't stop) Mulder. (she giggles) Mulder, stop it. (SCULLY wrinkles her brow for a moment as if remembering something, then she looks up into the sky as if expecting rain) Look. Sleeping bags are falling.

MULDER stops laughing and stares up. Low and behold, sleeping bags are dropping from the sky, splashing into the water and onto the shore.

MULDER:

Does this mean I'm gonna get lucky?

Just then DYLAN shouts from down the beach and in one motion both agents look in his direction. The boy is whooping and jumping up and down on the sand. Even further down the beach a dim blob of dark shapes moves across the sand. Slowly lines become defined and the group of missing GAMERS is revealed.

MULDER: (still looking down the beach)

I guess this means, no.

SCULLY looks down at him with tenderness. She gently strokes the back of his head affectionately. And bends down to whisper in his ear.

SCULLY:

This is still MY dream, Mulder.

MULDER's face whips around. They are eye to eye, barely an inch apart. SCULLY looks at his lips. And then her blue eyes look him full in the face. His eyes go wide as she slowly closes the distance. Their eyes close. Their lips touch. Her hand curls around the back of his ear. Gently she bites his bottom lip and he opens his mouth. The kiss is tender and gently passionate as light and darkness swirls and dances around them. For a moment they are the only ones in the Universe. Then she pulls away slowly to look into his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but she places a finger on his lips to silence him.

SCULLY:

I think I better wake up now.

Everything begins to blur as it FADES TO WHITE.

 

A PHONE RINGS.

FADE IN

SCULLY'S APARTMENT

The clock on Scully's nightstand reads 3:33AM. SCULLY jerks up and looks at the phone. It rings again. She reaches over to the nightstand and then hesitates. It rings again. She reaches down behind the nightstand and pulls the phone plug out of the jack. She slumps down into the bed in relief as silence fills the room. Then she rolls over and hugs her pillow. As her eyes close a sigh escapes her lips and they melt into a smile.

SOFT CUT TO:

MULDER'S APARTMENT

MULDER hangs up the phone. He frowns and scratches his head. His computer beeps on his desk. And he walks over to investigate. The email inbox is flashing. He clicks on the icon and an email message pops-up. It reads:

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To:FoxMulder@FBI.gov
From: DylanVance@FSU.edu
SUBJECT: Was that a dream?<bg>

Fellow Dreamscape Gamer,

All safe and sound. We each woke up in our own beds. Perhaps this never even happened! ;-) I guess Agent Scully is the most true and noblest of heart among us. Be good to her, O gallant knave, for she will never fail you.

In the truth and the light,

Dylan

>

MULDER leans back in his chair smiling and clicks off the computer. He stands and yawns and then crawls onto the couch to go to sleep.

FADE TO BLACK

END

 

MORAL: It's all about Scully (i.e. the truth is in her). And that, friends, is the noble truth.

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written 12/20/99
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