May 2000 Journal of Dana K. Scully, May 2000 May 22, 2000 Now that I know both what and who ignited that original spark, I've come to an amazing revelation. Mulder and I............... :::thud::: ~~~~~~ May 23, 2000 ....now where was I? I was thinking about revelations, Mulder, and original sparks when suddenly I ...... :::thud::: ~~~~~~ Journal, May 24, 2000 Good thing I don't know where Mulder is right now, because every time I think of him I .... :::thud::: ~~~~~~ Journal, May 25, 2000 Went to see Doctor about mysterious fainting. Doctor says I'm having post orgasmic flashbacks. :::thud:::: ~~~~~~ Journal, May 26, 2000 Doctor also says I'm pregnant. I don't know why, or how, since my mother was too embarrassed to explain it all to me, and I skipped all the lectures on the human reproductive system in favor of some private hands on tutoring with my mentor, Dr. Daniel Waterson, in medical school. Anyway, I'm ever so happy even though I keep fainting and throwing up. I'm trying to get a handle on this fainting thing, though. The doctor suggested that every time I think of Mulder, I substitute another less provocative word beginning with the letter "M" for his name. It's working, but I have this insatiable craving for Mallomars. Can't stop eating them.... DKS
Diary Entry #1, Mulder, May 22, 2000 (scribbled on miscellaneous receipts found in various jacket pockets) After several hours in this strange place, I still have no idea why I'm here. What I wouldn't give for a good pair of shades, though, with all these damned lights around. Anyway... My fellow captives are an odd bunch, standing lifelessly around me in this circle of light. Some of them I know, some I don't. I've tried engaging them in conversation but they seem to be in a kind of tance. With the exception of one brief, bizarre exchange, I've been unable to illicit any responses. Let me write down the details of that one peculiar conversation as accurately as I can in case... in case no other record of my experiences here survives. After several hours of standing here, I noticed two men on the opposite edge of the circle staring at me, muttering under their breath. Quickly, not wanting to miss a chance to speak with someone, I pushed my way through dormant bodies towards them. They looked familiar but I couldn't place them among the faces Scully and I had come to know in Oregon. Then I recognized them. "David Caruso? Jimmy Smitts?" It was either them or their Las Vegas doubles! "Screw you Duchovny!" the one who looked like Caruso said. "Yeah, Duchovny, you make me sick!" spat out the one who looked like Smitts. I glanced around, puzzled. "My name is Fox Mulder, and you're those two actors who left a hit show to flex your acting muscles, aren't you?" "Shit, listen to him!" Caruso elbowed Smits. "Don't insult us by pretending," Smitts added with narrowed eyes. Scully knew what she was talking about when she used to rave about him, he's one fine looking man. But getting back to our conversation... I searched their faces urgently. "Look, do either of you have any idea what we're doing here? Why have we been abducted?" There was silence for a moment. Suddenly they both began to chuckle. The chuckles swelled to guffaws. Then they started pointing at me. "He really doesn't get it!" Caruso bellowed. "He doesn't, does he..." Smitts grinned. "Duchovny, you dumbass, you haven't been abducted, you've been given your freedom for a half a season!" Obviously, in their confused minds, I was supposed to know what they were talking about. I was about to ask for clarification when they both abruptly stopped laughing. Apparently, the joke was over. "We wanted our freedom once too, you know!" Caruso said grimly. "Only we didn't get any eleven effin' episodes to keep our faces onscreen and money coming into the bank." "Yeah, so like we said, Duchovny, screw you!" Smitts placed his index finger lightly on my chest and pushed just enough to let me feel it. "You'll never know what it's like. *You* get to come back!" With that they turned their backs on me and stared outside the circle. No further words have been spoken here since. I remain mystified. And also intrigued. I wonder who else I might encounter during this extraordinary -- dare I suggest extraterrestrial - experience??? Diary of Greta Vendetta May, 2000 Marita Covarrubias' thumbprints are finally beginning to fade from my neck. I bet that's more than Marita can say about the cigarette burn on her ear lobe. See if she tries to wear a professional but trendy pulled back hairstyle again. Living under cover like this has been oh so difficult for me. I owe everything, and I mean, EVERYTHING, to my beloved Smoker. There are few men in the world that are both powerful and brave enough to attempt the first complete head transplant in history, then not seek publication for it's success in a single medical journal. It's hard, very hard, not to answer to my old name "Diana" anymore. But I take comfort in the fact that I still have my body, and I've even grown to reach a new cup size. Darling CGB gave me a sky's the limit shopping spree at Victoria's Secret just a few weeks ago. It's a shame I had to cover up my unmentionables when Alex Krycek came to visit, but CGB gets a little jealous sometimes. Now speaking about jealous, what the HELL is going on between Fox Mulder and Dana Scully? I thought last summer's trip to the Sanitarium would damper their attraction to each other, but all of a sudden, Agent Scully's getting visions from Buddha and dancing horizontally with Fox to Moby! I MUST find a way to intervene, but having a new head attached to my old body isn't helping my cause right now. Damn it all CGB :::kicking him as she drags his limp body back up the stairs::::: Why couldn't you make me a red head!? Greta Fowley Vendetta |
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