After his last encounter with the Monkees, Mulder had to go lie down. So, Scully went in his place.

She began by asking what had happened. They told her.

"Why his hair?" she asked.

"Well, it wasn’t his hair… it was the way he wore it," Peter explained.

"What was the connection to the case?"

"Nothing. We were just giving him some friendly advise," Micky hung his head in shame. "We’re sorry. How is he?"

"He’s… sleeping." She decided to change the subject. "I don’t believe this ‘werewolf’ exists. I want you to tell me the truth, now, please." Her tone was the kind your teacher in school used when you did something wrong.

The three looked at each other, and shrugged.

"The dog visited the other night," Peter offered.

"It scared the neighbor’s cat," Micky continued.

"And ate the only piece of meat we had." David glared at Micky.

Scully tapped her foot on the floor impatiently.

They decided a different approach was necessary.

"Well, what else do you want us to say?" Micky asked.

"I want you to admit this is a prank."

"Well, it’s not to us," Micky explained.

But she was gone. She couldn’t deal with it either.

Micky shrugged. "It’s not a prank, it’s a game. What got into her?"

David shut the door after her. "Don’t know."


Meanwhile, Scully was doing some recovering of her own. "I told you these people were strange. But would you listen?"

"Okay… you were right this time, but if we can get past their… weirdness, maybe we can get the proof we need." He was half listening, half talking to himself.

"You are not listening to me," she sighed. They had had this conversation one time too many.


That evening the agents decided to brave the horrors of no. 1334 again.

"Back again?" Micky grinned.

Scully chose not to react to this. "Yes."

"You must really be gluttons for punishment," David remarked.

Peter just smiled. Scully didn’t like the smile. It suggested a lot more than what was being said. She shivered.

(For the Peter fans: I have nothing against Peter, it’s just from her point of view. I’m really fond of him, even though he scared me the night I saw the Shoe Suede Blues video for the first time, but that’s a different story altogether. Maybe someday you’ll find out all about it. Anyway, back to the story…)

Mulder looked at them in disbelief.

Micky, seeing this, decided to take advantage. "I’m bored."

"Of what?" Scully asked.

"Look, you want to see the werewolf or not?"

"Yes." Mulder replied.

"Well then, you can sleep outside and watch for it."

So, it was settled. Scully would have no part in this, and her partner would sleep outside.

As night fell upon the pad the four Monkees watched as Mulder made himself comfortable.

"This is a really bad idea," Mike said. "He’s going to wait out there for a werewolf that doesn’t exist. What do you think he’s going to say when he realizes this? That’s if he does at all."

"Don’t worry about it, Mike. I’m going to take care of everything." Micky rubbed his hands gleefully.


Three o’ clock in the morning, and not a creature stirring, not even a …

(Sorry, got carried away there. On with the story…)

Okay, so it was quiet. But there was someone stirring, and it was Micky.

Let’s see what he’s up to…

"This is going to be perfect," he thought as he zipped up his suit.


Meanwhile, Mulder was keeping his beady eye out. A slight rustle nearby caught his attention and he shone his torch towards the sound. By the small light of the beam he saw something with ears near the trash. He kept very still, not wanting to give away his presence. He watched in complete silence as it eerily came closer to him. His hands shook as he went to switch on the carefully positioned camcorder.

His eyes grew wider as it – the werewolf – sat down right in front of him. Because it was dark he couldn’t see it properly, just saw the shape and assumed what it was.

A bang from inside the pad shook the whole night. He watched in disappointment as his big break disappeared into the night. He turned back to the pad to see what the fuss was about.

Peter (I really am sorry about this, but I must have revenge for the 17th July, for that night and for Peter not being there. Any Band Sixers reading this will know what I mean. This is going back to the scare he gave me that night. If by some really big fluke Peter is actually reading this, please come next year if Kirk from London invites you again. We’re really nice people, if a little misguided! Right, back to our heroes) was running around like a headless chicken, shouting that some girl (this is actually me, folks!) was chasing him and yelling that she was going to get revenge.

"Peter!" Micky yelled. Peter stopped dead in his tracks. "Peter, it was only a dream!"

"No! She was here. She said I'd done something bad, and that she was going to make sure I never forgot it!" he wailed. He still wasn't awake yet.

Micky took hold of his friend's shoulders and shook him. "Peter! There is no girl. What are you on about?"

Peter blinked. "What?"

"Peter, you were having a nightmare."

"Yes. God, it was freaky. I'd done something to get this girl's anger, and she wasn't going to let me forget it," he explained. "Said she was going to haunt me for the rest of my natural life."

Mulder shook his head. This… this unimportant thing had scared away his big chance. He went back outside to take up his original position.

The others turned to Micky. "Well?"

Micky smirked proudly. "Worked like a charm. Didn't bank on Peter's nightmare, though. That was just a stroke of genius… if he was faking…"

Mike frowned. "I thought this was going to be the end. He would see this whole thing was a fraud, and go home. Now we'll never get rid of them."

"Don't think about it. I'll fix everything tomorrow," Micky promised.


The next morning began as any other in the pad. There was the usual squabble for the small bit of food, with either Micky or David winning. (David being cunning and getting up before everyone else). This morning Micky won, as David had slept late following the events of the early morning. David took himself off to a corner to sulk, while Micky laughed, then offered him a share. David came out of his corner and everything was forgiven.

This is how the agents found our heroes, laughing and talking, and sharing the most bizarre jokes.

"This is just getting silly, Mulder. They're making a fool out of you." She had seen the videotape, and was not impressed. "I think one of them dressed up in a suit just to make you believe in it."

Now it was Mulder's turn to sigh. This was a conversation they had had one too many times before. He walked over to the breakfast table (okay, so they didn't have a proper table, but they managed fine with it), where Micky was loudly telling the others of his latest encounter with dear Mr Babbit.

Micky stopped in mid-sentence. "Yes, may I help you with something?" (Remember this part in Justus? He looks SO adorable!)

"I want to talk about last night."

"No comment."

"Sorry?" (I think it's time Mulder got some manners)

"Ask Mr. Schnyder about it. He could tell you more about it. We're just unemployed musicians," Peter answered for the whole group.

Mulder could feel the thumping headache coming back on. He bravely decided to ask…

"Mr. Schnyder's our adviser," Mike indicated their beloved dummy, who just sat there grinning. "Go on, ask him."

"About last night?"

Micky pulled the string on the dummy.

"Some people just never learn," was its advice.

"See? I bet the FBI could do with one. It'd solve all your cases for you," was Peter's advice.

"That's it!" Scully grabbed her partner's arm. "We're getting out of here."

She marched her partner straight out the main door.

"Wait!" Micky yelled, but they were gone. "Don't go that way!"

"Why?" David asked.

"The dragon's not finished his morning walk yet. He's not in a good mood today, can't think why…"

Outside the door there came the sound of an extremely loud BANG.

"Oops," Micky remarked…..


Mulder groaned as the headache hit him. He tried to sit up, but found that his head preferred the position it was in. Somehow, though, he managed to find his way to his little kitchenette (do you know of a better way of describing it?).

After talking an aspirin (NO, I will NOT go there, this story is weird enough without adding that) he staggered (but I will go there!) into his living room, where he found that he had left his TV on. Finding that the headache was better he turned up the volume slightly.

The local news was on.

"…Today saw the unveiling of the rock and pop art exhibition, which will be open from tomorrow to the people. Amongst the art on view is a set of paintings from Micky Dolenz, member of the 60's TV pop group The Monkees…"

Mulder looked at the man on screen. He looked sort-of-familiar… There was something about the man's face that had caught his attention. He shook his head. Maybe it was that weird dream he'd had… He shook his head and decided to get ready for work.

Look closely at the screen. Watch as Micky turns to the camera and grins mischievously…! (Do you think he knows?!)


Well, that's it. My story. Please let me know what you think, or let Rebecca!! or Erica!! know. Coming soon… Diary Of A Convention… My true story of a Monkees Convention. (Whoever said truth was stranger than fiction must have been to one of these!) Keep an eye out!

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