Author's note/disclaimer: This is a short little tale about a girl who goes to Roswell, and ends up stuck in a parody. I completely realize that the people driving in this story are underage. I do not support underage driving. All characters of X-Files are the property of Chris Carter and 1013 productions.
Lost: An Interlude In Roswell
A young girl, no more than 15, cruised slowly along one of the deserted outside roads of Roswell, New Mexico. She wore a light blue tanktop and navy blue cargo shorts. A light breeze blew her hair into her eyes as she bent over the map spread out on the passenger seat. She sat up straight, checking on the autopilot.
"I am /so/ lost..." she muttered as she ran a hand through her hair, knocking the sunglasses perched there behind her seat.
"Darnit!" She pulled to the side of the road, oblivious to the young man walking there. Parking, she twisted in her seat, reaching behind her seat and spotting the silver-rimmed, blue lensed designer sunglasses lying in the floor. She stretched out her arm, just barely grabbing them. Twisting back to face forward, she crowed triumphously. "Who da man, I da man-"
She stopped suddenly, staring at the young man standing by her car. He had short brown hair that was ruffled in the wind, with light, almost glowing brown eyes. She cleared her throat. "Oh. Hi."
"Would you happen to know where the UFO museum is? I got this useless map in..." She ran her finger along the map, attempting to locate the town, but finally gave up in exasperation. "...The edge of civilisation!"
The boy's face cracked into a grin. "War of the Coprophages, right?"
"Yeah! You're a phile too?"
"Yah, some friends and I are out here for the con."
"The X-Files con at the museum."
She shrugged. "Guess I'm out of the loop."
"Come on. You'd be better off parking here and walking anyways. We can look around the museum, meet the rest of the gang, and get you set up with a hotel room. You haven't checked in to one, have you?"
"No, I haven't, yet."
"Oh, by the way, I'm Kenneth. You can call me Ken though."
"I'm Kaitlin or Kate." She smiled at him and shook his outstretched hand as together they walked off.
A group of teenagers were standing, chatting to each other. They turned as Ken and Kate walked in.
"Oh, hey, Ken." A tall 15 year old boy dressed in jeans and a t-shirt grinned at them.
"Who's this?" This was a shorter 15 year old blond girl dressed in a pleated skirt and white button-up blouse.
"Guys, this is Kate. She's a phile."
Everyone either raised a hand in greeting or smiled welcomingly.
"Kate, this is John."
The tall boy with black hair grinned. "At your service."
Another boy with black hair stepped forward, smiling. He wore a t-shirt and shorts. "Hey."
The blond girl smiled at her, stepping forward and shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."
"So, are you guys, like, dressing up for the con?"
John nodded. "Yeah. I'm gonna be Skinner, Charlie's CSM, Kelly's Marita, and Ken's Mulder."
Kate arched her eyebrows in surprise. "No Scully?"
Ken fidgeted. "Well, ya see, there was this one girl who we used to hang out with, but she decided that X-Files was uncool just before we flew out here, so now we don't have someone to dress up as Scully."
"Wow. That sucks."
"Guys, can I talk to you for a sec?" Everyone nodded and they walked over to the corner, leaving Kate standing awkardly in the middle of the room. She stood there, attempting not to look strange, but probably not succeeding. Soon enough, they came back.
Kelly spoke. "Umm...You seem pretty nice."
John broke in. "And cool, so we were wondering..."
Charlie nodded. "We know we just met you, but..."
Ken smiled. "We'd like it if you'd join our group and dress up as Scully."
Kelly grinned. "Please? We'd set you up with a room at the hotel we're staying in, and there's a guy in town who's selling cheap but awsome costumes. That's where we got ours and they're perfect, down to the very last detail."
Kate smiled. "I'd be honored."
Ken grinned. "Cool!"
After getting Kate a ConCard and checking her into a hotel, the group went up to her room to look around. It was nice, with its own bathroom, a desk, and wifi connection.
"So, you got any luggage?" Kelly inquired.
"Aw, darnit. I left it in my car."
Ken smiled. "That's ok, the costume store is on the way. We'll pick up your costume and drive back to the hotel."
The costume store was small and looked rather jumbled, as if it had just been set up. It also looked as if nobody worked there. The group assured Kate that the shop manager was here, he was probably just in the back. She found her way into a corner, wandering among the amazingly accurate costumes. She turned around and stopped, stunned. It was a perfectly replicated copy of Scully's blue suit she'd started to wear in the later seasons. It even had the little gold cross. Daydreaming, she stepped behind the dummy, looking in the mirror as she were wearing it. Suddenly, a british voice came from behind her.
"Well, I think we've found a match, don't you?"
She spun around. It was the british shop manager Charlie had told her about. She stuttered. "Oh, I couldn't possibly afford that."
He stepped in front of her, gently taking the jacket off the dummy and putting it on her. "Nonsense. I couldn't let a match like this go to waste, now could I?"
She smiled dreamily at her reflection...
Later that night, at about seven, she proceeded down the stairs to the lobby where she'd agreed to meet Ken, in full costume.
He was waiting for her by the door. He smiled. "The rest of the gang has gone on ahead. The con's got this thing where they're acting out an episode or something, and our group's been chosen to play the main parts, so they had to take their places."
"Wow, that's amazing."
"Come on, I'll drive." He led her outside to a parked car. It was blue and looked exactly like Mulder and Scully's car.
Kate gave a mini gasp and then grinned. "Let's go, Mulder."
At the convention they made their way to the basement, down the hallway, and stopped in front of a door that said "Fox Mulder". Ken stopped her. "Hold on, let me go in first. I'll go in and you come in after a minute or so."
She nodded. "Alright."
He went through the door as she walked back to the top of the stairs. She came back down the stairs, walked to the door, took a deep breath and opened it. She stepped through.
Then everything turned...
Kate woke up. She opened her eyes. That's strange. The ceiling didn't look like the ceiling at home. She propped herself up, looking around. It appeared to be a hotel room. Though why she'd be in a hotel room she had no idea. She was wearing pink silk pajamas. Ok, that's even stranger. I don't /own/ a pair of silk pajamas, much less pink ones. Facing the foot of the bed was a chair. In the chair sat Ken.
"Ken?" There was no answer. "Ken!" She lept out of bed and went over to him. He was breathing, just soundly asleep. She sighed. Why am I here? What am I doing? Better yet, where are my bags? She glanced around. Ah, there we go. She went over to the bags sitting by the dresser. Opening them, she was astounded. There were several suits, a fancy party dress, and about 5 white blouses. After rifling through another bag, she finally found a long blue skirt, a slip and a simple white blouse. She tugged the clothes on, going to the bathroom to fix her hair. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed a small gold cross around her neck. Touching it gently, she murmered "Dana Katherine Scully." Sighing, she brushed her hair and tucked in behind her ears. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she sighed once more and went to go wake up Kenneth.
"Ken, Ken, wake up." Kaitlin bent over him, shaking his shoulder gently.
"Kate?" Ken sat up, suddenly, realizing that he was not at home, nor was he at any place he could remember going into. "Where the hey am I?"
"I'm not sure, but we're in a hotel room, and not one I remember checking into."
"What's today's date?"
"I dunno." Kate rustled around in her bag again, finding a date book with the days checked off. "Apparently, It's the 20th. Of August."
"Ken, the last day I can remember clearly is the 23rd of July. That's three weeks ago."
Ken was staring at her oddly. "Um, Kate, what're you wearing?"
Kate looked down at herself. "I'm not sure. The bags that're in this room look like mine, but they don't have my clothes in them. This was the least dressy thing I could find." The clothes in question looked like something out of a Jane Austen novel, with a high-necked white blouse and long dark blue skirt.
Ken was now critically examining his own clothes. He was wearing a button-up shirt with a tie and suit. He felt inside a pocket and came out with a badge. Looking at it, he turned pale and turned it to face Kate. It was a FBI badge that said Fox Mulder and had a picture of Ken. She gasped.
"Ken, do /you/ remember anything?"
"Great." She went and opened the drawer of the side table. Inside she found a handgun, FBI standard issue, and a badge. She showed it to Ken.
"So, you're Scully and I'm Mulder, huh?"
"Well, as far as we can tell, everyone believes that we're FBI agents. Might as well take advantage of that."
"Yep. Monkey see, monkey do."
"Or monkey in biiiig trouble."
She sighed and relented. After some more searching they found Ken's briefcase and a case file. The case file told them that they were investigating some sort of mysterious vanishing, and that they were in a obscure town in Kansas questioning the mother of a small child who'd vanished.