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A Red Love Bizarre or The Roswell Chest	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files. I do not own Friday the 13th: The Series. I get no cash, no ends, none of that cheddar for this, fam damily.

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And Now: A Micki/Scully Interlude (We'll start with Micki)
4-20-1999 {Micki}
This is just great. I mean, really. Sometimes it never ceases to amaze me the shenanigans we get into. This time, Ryan, Jack, and I have leapt forward ten years in time as the result of a cursed chest, and I feel like I've walked into a surrealist painting. Everything's different but similar, although it's easier in this time to obtain vital information to help us right the wrongs and get out of here and back to our own time.
We also met two agents from the X-Files division of the FBI who have been extremely helpful. With their aide, we've already uncovered a good amount of information that normally would have taken days before, and have put us up in a hotel free of charge. Which is good, because I'm sure that with inflation, the cash that I brought with me to buy the chest wouldn't have lasted very long.
As it is, I'm going to buy us some clothes today. We've only got the clothes on our backs. I'm stuck in 1999 with nothing to wear.
Luckily, Dana Scully, the female agent, is actually *really* nice. We had to share a room last night and stayed up late watching a brand-new show on HBO called Sex and the City. Pretty scandalous stuff. We gorged on junk food and laughed at the television for a while. Eventually, we started talking about shared experiences.
I'm not the only girl who has come in contact with an evil doll. The thought of that is comforting to me, although I'm not sure why.
Dana is also involved with a man she's not really *involved* with, in an intense relationship that stems from their quest in solving things that no one can explain or understand.
Just like me and Ryan.
It's spooky, almost. I can tell that Dana is in love with her partner. I don't know exactly what it is that made me decide this; if it's the way they look at each other like no one else exists, the consistent amount of casual touching, or just the way her eyes light up when he walks in the room. All of the above seems fair.
*I* wouldn't throw Agent Mulder out of bed for eating crackers, that's for sure. He's very handsome and extremely charming. I love Ryan for being artistically quirky and slightly awkward in that boyish kind of way, but there is something to be said for an amazingly intelligent Man's man like Agent Mulder. If Dana and Mulder *are* doing anything, she's a very lucky girl.
Yes, you read me right. I said that I was in love with Ryan. Truthfully, he's all I ever think about anymore, and I have decided that I don't even want to try getting involved with someone else at this point. They've all ended up dead or crazy.
Well, except for Lloyd. He's just what Ryan calls a "yuppie douchebag". Good riddance.
Since I decided that I should keep my tainted existence away from other men, I started noticing *him* more and more, and I'm struck by in the face of everything how adorably *pure* he is. I also used to think he was interested in me, but now I'm not so sure. Ryan has been running hot and cold with me lately. He also hits on any attractive female in a ten-mile radius, usually with me at his side. It's horribly infuriating.
I've also been holding back something from him, as I was just recently hit with the news of my parent's divorce. I was pretty depressed about it and didn't want to tell anyone. I just wanted to lose myself in our work and forget about it. This also means that Ryan and I are no longer really connected by marriage, although I don't really see what difference it makes. I'm so close to him, yet he's so hard to read, and the thought of getting my heart broken by *him*, after my parents and the Lloyd situation, I honestly don't think I could take it.
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4-20-1999 {Scully}
I'll admit, I was skeptical about our new guests and their motives. Seriously, they just *appeared* right before my eyes. For a second, I thought Mulder had slipped some acid into my coffee.
The more that we spend time with them, the more that I can't refute that what is happening is real, however. I spent a great deal of time talking with Micki last night, who is a genuine product of the '80's. Her favorite movie is Dangerous Liaisons and she loves Howard Jones. She also has no idea what grunge is, or what Raves are, nor has she ever watched an episode of Friends. Normal things that a girl in her twenties living in the 1990's would know about, she has no idea.
So, I am apt to believe their story. Until proven otherwise, my scientific mind has no choice. Today, we're dropping Mulder, Ryan, and Jack off at the Portland Library while Micki and I go to a nearby mall to buy them some fresh clothing. The men are trying to locate the specific book that Mulder had mentioned, which had apparently been written by their uncle who was banished to Hell.
I have suspended my disbelief.
Anyway, we have some time to kill before the forensics come back from Washington, and we've got a great head start already, so why not use a little time to do some shopping? Honestly, I would have just borrowed Micki something of mine, but we aren't exactly the same size. She's at least a few inches taller than I am. For a minute there, I was a little jealous of her. She's quite beautiful, and I noticed Mulder catching looks at her every now and then, but it seems to be pretty moot.
It looks like Micki only has eyes for Ryan, and vice-versa. She and I have a lot in common, this one.
I'm sure you realize by now that I'm in love with Mulder. The attraction has been bubbling since the beginning; I didn't understand until a few years ago that I was *in love* with him, and by then it was too late. Mulder and I have seemingly missed our window. It's quite sad really, knowing that the one person that you get up for in the morning will never *really* complete you.
I could definitely use some completion. It's been six years since I've had human sexual contact, and I feel like climbing up the fucking walls. Yet, Mulder is the *only* man I crave. When he touches me anywhere now, I just want to buckle.
No one else will do.
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4-20-1999 {Mulder}
Another day, and another interesting breakthrough in our case. We found The Dark Tesseract at the library, and discovered something almost immediately. The book was dedicated to Elaine Duquet. Either she had been working with their Uncle Lewis or she had been the one to discover his manuscript and publish it. At any rate, it's another link in the chain.
Micki and Scully went clothes shopping earlier, and have just returned in the rental car as we wait on the library steps. They park and exit the car...
Holy, holy, holy.
Micki must have convinced Scully to go whole hog with her on the girl time. They both look amazing, like they spent some time at the makeup counter and had the salesgirls give them free makeovers. And what they're wearing...
Scully has on this form fitting, knee length wrap sundress in lavender that looks like soft brushed cotton and hugs everything, and Micki apparently decided on the new lower waistline stretch jeans, a royal blue tube top that bares a swatch of midriff, and a long-sleeved white shrug which is very trendy right now. All the starlets are wearing them.
Jack stands between Ryan and I, and extends a hand to each of our slack jaws to close our mouths, "Ladies, you look stunning." he greets them jovially.
"Really?" Micki says, self-consciously covering her midriff, "It's going to take a while to get used to this kind of tummy exposure, but this is what the salesgirl said was the hottest trend right now. Doesn't Dana look great? I love that color on you." she says to Scully, who appears adorably self-conscious herself.
"Thank you." Scully says, "Don't think we forgot about you two," she directs at Jack and Ryan, "We have the bags in the trunk."
"I hope we got the right sizes." Micki says, stepping in front of Ryan, who appears to be still in shock, and waving a hand in front of his face.
"Earth to Ryan." I say to him as he shakes himself out of his trance.
"I'm sure you two did fine." he manages out.
"Did you guys find anything?" Scully asks me, getting close enough for me to feel the material on the sleeve of her dress.
"Nice dress, Scully." I tease her, "Yeah, we found out a little."
"Guess who's closer to Uncle Lewis than we thought?" Ryan baits.
"Elaine Duquet?" Micki guesses.
"Bingo." I interject.
"It seems that The Dark Tesseract has been dedicated to her. We think she either knew Lewis personally or at least knew of him well enough to obtain the manuscript to publish it." Jack explains, "There has to be a reversal of this somehow that we keep overlooking. When we get back to the hotel, I'm going to try to look up Rashid and combine our efforts. He's the one person I know that wouldn't bat an eyelash at our current situation. He can also give me hints on where we shouldn't go to run into our future selves."
"What about us?" Ryan asks.
"For now, I say just keep a low profile." Jack answers.
"Jack's right." I cut in, "We're still waiting on the forensics report, which might not show up until tomorrow morning."
"Nothing to do now but wait." Scully says, "Let's get back, shall we? We can at least look over the case files at the hotel, and you two can get changed."
"Great idea." Ryan agrees, "I'm feeling pretty gamey."
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4-20-1999 {Ryan}
Skipping through time is some tiring stuff. Thank goodness Mulder and Scully have been a big help; we actually have a small amount of time to kill. I just spent about an hour in the shower, which was good, because I had to tame the dragon in my pants. Micki's midriff keeps flitting through my mind. I have to say that 1999 looks good on her, but really, she looks great in any decade.
I wrap a towel around my naked waist and step out of the steamy bathroom a minute or so after I hear our room door open and shut. Must be Mulder.
"Hey buddy..." I start, walking into the room and finding Micki lounging on her back on Mulder's bed.
She props herself up on her forearms, eyes widening slightly, "Hey pal." She cracks back, smirking a little.
"Micki, I thought you were Agent Mulder." I say, trying to maintain a cool composure so the dragon doesn't make a reappearance.
"He's in our room looking over case files with Dana." she says, "I brought you clothes." she smiles, holding up a shopping bag and pulling out fresh socks and boxers, a pair of jeans that are on the baggy side and a Hawaiian shirt, "All the guys are wearing these right now, and apparently, no one tucks in anymore."
"You learned a lot today out and about, didn't you?" I ask, sitting next to her in the towel and strategically placing the clothes on my lap.
"Mmmhmm." She murmurs, "Dana and the salesgirls were helpful in keeping me up to date, at least with the fashion, though I still feel horribly out of place here."
"Well," I sigh, putting an arm around her shoulder, "At least now we'll *look* like we fit in, right?"
Micki leans her head on my naked shoulder, "Right." she pauses and inhales a little, "Mmm, you smell nice." she adds.
I feel a stirring in my lap. "I should put these on." I say, abruptly getting up, "Maybe we can catch a flick and relax for a while, whaddaya say?"
"Sounds good." she says, beginning to pull her curly red hair into a ponytail as I make my way back to the bathroom.
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4-20-1999 {Mulder}
Scully and I found a few more clues to our mystery. Apparently, Ms. Duquet has a small criminal record involving petty theft and cocaine possession from the 1970's. There's also a report that explains the manuscript theft from 1991; a woman matching her description was viewed by several eyewitnesses leaving the Curious Goods storefront after a subsequent break-in. More interesting than that is the fact it was reported by a Michelle Foster. We also looked into Curious Goods; apparently, it still exists and the rights to the property were written over to Jack in 1994, which doesn't explain where Micki and Ryan are now, but at least we know to keep Jack away from the storefront, at any rate.
Scully and I said goodbye to Jack about an hour ago. He was picked up by a graying man wearing a fez who he introduced to us as his friend, Rashid, a fellow occultist who Jack told us will help him provide further insight into the symbol and how to combat the incantation.
Now we're getting hungry and head back to my room to see if Micki and Ryan want to grab some chow at the diner around the corner. Upon entering the room, we find them sleeping on Ryan's bed on top of the comforter, curled up together like spoons in a drawer with the movie Half-Baked blaring on the television.
"Aww, they're snuggling." I crack to Scully in a hushed whisper, "Like baby cats."
"Maybe we shouldn't disturb them." she whispers back, "We stayed up pretty late last night; they could probably use the nap." She reaches over to the television set and snaps it off, which prompts them to stir a little.
"Wha..." Ryan murmurs, slowly opening his eyes.
He and Micki sit up abruptly, like they were caught doing something they weren't supposed to. "Hey guys." Ryan greets us, stretching, "What's going on?"
"I don't know, you tell us." I tease them as Scully nudges my side.
Micki yawns, "One minute we're watching a movie, and I guess we just passed out."
"Are you two hungry?" Scully asks, "We were taking a break and were wondering if you wanted to go to the diner with us."
"I'm starving; what about you, Ryan?"
"I could definitely eat."
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Jack and Rashid's Time! Recognize!
4-20-1999 {Jack}
Pardon the expression, but this is probably one of the most curious undertakings that we've run into. We were tricked into tesseracting ten years ahead in time and with the help of two FBI agents from the X-Files have figured out that we need to find a way to reverse the effects of this demonic (quite literally, by the way) curse and return to our own time.
We've been in 1999 for about 24 hours now, and have been exposed to the vast technological advances and culture changes of the past ten years via a wonderful thing called the worldwideweb and progressed Cable television. I find myself worried about this knowledge of what -will be- when we do return to our own time, or if there will be a way of forgetting everything that we've seen right now. I hope it doesn't taint us in some way. I can't shake the feeling that Lewis is directly behind this scenario we have been misled into.
When I phoned Rashid this afternoon after we returned from Portland, he was initially surprised to hear what I had to say, mainly because he claimed he had just got off the phone with me five minutes prior. Rashid has an incredibly open mind, however. He understands that what we're dealing with is beyond the spectrum of natural reasoning and has agreed to help.
He picked me up shortly after I called him; I looked in on Micki and Ryan to see if they wanted to tag along, but they were snoozing peacefully and I decided to let them get their rest. Those two aren't fooling anyone except themselves. I've seen firsthand the way they act around each other; they're clearly in love. I wonder if Micki told Ryan about her parents yet. She hasn't said anything openly, but I overheard her talking to her sister about it on the phone about a month ago. I understand her reasoning; our quest is too great, and sacrificing a comfortable, easy relationship for a deeper one is always a risky option.
I see the same characteristics in Agents Mulder and Scully. I'm a true believer in Karma, and I think these two were brought to us by some sort of divine intervention, and could be linked to our situation.
We arrive at Rashid's apartment, which is still very much *him* after all these years, littered with mid-eastern tapestries, crystal balls of various shapes, and curios taking up every inch of space on plentiful shelving. His now 19-year-old niece, Sabina is sitting on the couch in the living room watching a movie.
"Hi Uncle, hi Jack...Jack, have you been doing something to yourself? You look younger, somehow." Sabina asks, crunching popcorn.
I wave hello and Rashid goes to give her a kiss on her forehead, then notices the television, "Sabina, what are you watching?" he asks sternly.
"Natural Born Killers, Uncle Rashid. It's Oliver Stone, I'm watching it for film class."
Rashid shakes his head and clucks his tongue, "College today, bah! Jack and I will be in my den, it seems we have some work to do. Could you see that we are completely undisturbed?"
Sabina chuckles a little at this, "Sure, Uncle Rashid."
"Nice to see you again, Sabina." I say, trying to play along, though the last time I saw Sabina she was nine years old, about two months ago.
"Nice to see you too. Good Luck." she says and focuses back on eating popcorn and watching her movie.
Rashid and I enter his den and I pull The Dark Tesseract out of my trench coat’s large inside pocket. "This is the book that Lewis wrote. It was published five years after his death by a woman named Elaine Duquet. She brought us to this time after escaping into ours by summoning a demon through the chest to kill a victim, thereby inducing the tesseract."
"You've said a mouthful, my friend." Rashid chuckles, shuffling Tarot cards, "Now, to figure out how to reverse this..."
"We need access to the purest magic." I tell him.
"We will combine our efforts." Rashid says, "You go through the book for clues and I'll see what the spirits have to say."
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