Date: Wed, 17 Sep 1997 14:41:42 -0400 (EDT) From: SaiTiau@aol.com Subject: LOVE IS IN THE AIR -- RESUBMISSION DISCLAIMER: I'm sure you all know the drill. The characters herein, except for the real people, belong to CC, 1013, Fox, and the rest of the cast and crew of "The X-Files." Pardon me for the possibly out-of-character behavior of the real people in here. CATEGORY: VH KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance; Parallel Universe SPOILERS: Minor 4th season spoilers. "Gesthemane" didn't--won't- happen. SUMMARY: Some weird things are a-happening in Vancouver during the annual Luvfest gathering of the XF-Romantics. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Thanks to Heather for the info I needed to complete the story and Meredith for beta-reading! :) WARNING: Silliness and Shippiness abound here. :) Love Is In the Air by Fontaine L. (aka Orange Kat) ----------------------------- A. C. Dee Motel Vancouver, Canada 10:13 pm "I don't know what we are doing here, Mulder." Mulder looked up from his file that he had been pretending to pay attention to. "What do you mean, Scully?" "Well, I don't see this case as being any different from the Big Blue case or the John Lee Roche case. You're blindly pursuing what you believe is the truth, when instead you're just trapped in your self-fulfilling prophecy." "I don't understand a word you're saying Scully." A classic Mulder puppy dog look was tossed in Scully's direction. "I mean, don't you think we're here for a reason? That somehow," melodramatically, "the *Gods* sent us here?" "Sure, Mulder. And there's a reason I want to shoot you right now." "Sure. Fine. Whatever." ---------------------------------------- Somewhere in Vancouver 10:30 pm I can't believe him, Dana Scully thought. That self-absorbed son-of-a bleep. I've spent four years with him, *four years*. And what does he give me? Monsters and aliens. And enough of his wacky theories. . . .I should've left him four years ago when he dragged me to the bleepin' cemetery in the pouring rain--what was I thinking? Of course, I *would've* left him, if not for those gorgeous eyes of his. . . My, I never realized Vancouver was *this* warm, she thought. She didn't realize it, but she had arrived at 2400 Court Motel on Kingsway Avenue. The cool breeze of air conditioning--and something else--beckoned her in. Before she knew it, she had arrived in a huge room filled with mostly women and some men. They were all very excited about something, and- gasp!--her own picture was projected on a screen before them! Bewildered, Scully glanced around the room some more. On a TV screen, she could see herself doing an autopsy. What on earth were these people up too? This is a conspiracy! She listened very closely and thought she heard snippets of their conversations--they were talking about red speedos, some organizations named COTR and CITH, purple rhinos, dragons, pills, coats, trees, and hunting. She was sure these people were crazy! Directing her attention toward an open laptop on one of the desks, Scully's eyes widened as she read the passage--and then she blushed. What on earth?? She hit one of the keys on the keyboard by mistake, and the laptop immediately screamed--eerily, it sounded like Mulder's scream. Noticing her presence, everyone in the room turned to face her. Their expressions contorted, and they gathered around her, slowly and menacingly, their maniacal laughter filling the air. "Oh, Scully. . . ." And then, darkness fell. ------------------------------ Mulder was awakened by the splash of iced tea on his head. Damn, and he was just getting to the best part of the dream. He had fallen asleep when Scully stormed out of the room, since he had no one to focus his attention on. He looked up to see two young women, one with red hair, blue eyes, and pale skin--just like Scully, he thought; and one who could've been a grown-up version of Samantha save the fact that her dark hair was *extremely* curly. They had their hands on their waists, and they glared down menacingly at him. "What the blank are you two doing in my room?" he growled. "Because, Mr. Mulder, we have something important to tell you--before you do something really stupid that we will all regret." The red-haired one answered. "Who the bleep are you two?" "Ahh, I see. Pardon us, we forgot our etiquette. My name is Kristel, and she's," she motioned towards the other woman, "Heather." "Geez, you could've woken me up in a *nicer* way." "Yeah, we could, but we just like seeing you wet." "In iced tea?" "It's a long story, Mr. Mulder." "So what did you two want to see me about? You're not . . . the Syzygy Sisters are you??" "No, we aren't, but they are members of our. . .Organization. You may not know of this, but our members have also formed the Marita Death Squad and the Bambi Death Squad." She seemed very proud of her accomplishments. Heather cleared her throat and nudged Kristel. "To make a long story short, we're here to tell you that you really should get things going with your partner here." "What do you mean?" Kristel thwapped Mulder irritatingly. "Don't play dumb with us, *Fox*. Ha, you hate it when people call you that, don't ya? You probably don't realize that you belong to us, The Viewers." "The Viewers?" "Yes, contrary to popular belief, you do *not* belong to the Master of Yuppie Morbidity and His Birthday, or some company with your first name. You belong to us." "I still don't understand," Mulder ventured, only to receive another thwap, this time from Heather. "I'm going to fill you in. We exist in parallel universes. A guy named CC created you--" "But I don't understand. . .I always thought my *mother* created me." Heather groaned. "And we thought you were open to extreme possibilities, Spooky. Just hear us out. CC created you, but gradually, we, the Shippers took over. Technically, you still belong to him--and God knows what he might do to you--but we know he's secretly on our side. A group called the NoRomos opposes us, but *we* know what's right for you, Mulder. We think you know what you want, too." Kristel continued, "You wouldn't *exist* if not for us. And before your, ahem, supposed Owner does something to you and messes with our minds, *we* are going to take action. You are aware of the UST, am I right?" "Hell yeah." Kristel chuckled. "I see we are making progress. Anyways, we here at Mount Romantix are hear to give you a revelation--bleep the UST. You and the lovely Dr. Scully were meant to be--" "It's written in the stars--we can see it really clearly on Mount Romantix--you really oughtta visit sometime!" Heather interrupted excitedly. "As I was saying," Kristel gave Heather a Look, "We were here to give you a push, to make you realize that all this UST was unnecessary. You can do *whatever* you want with your Dana. She is probably having this very same conversation right now with some of our other members." Smugly, "We'll take care of that black lunged bleep and the Uniblonder." Mulder's throat was dry, but he felt incredibly joyous and. . . Shippy (but he had no idea what the word meant). "Uniblonder?" "Whatever." This time Heather spoke: "Just remember, Mulder--we'll always be here for you. Don't you see? Love is in the air . . . It's a love fest, baby!" She completed the last sentence with dramatic gestures. With the words still echoing in the air, the two women--or Gods?--were gone, leaving Mulder in awe. Those two were. . .Weird. . . But they were sure bleepin' right. --------------------------- Dana Scully still felt slightly dazed and confused while she was walking back to Mulder's room. Yes, Mulder's room. She had no doubt what she had to do now--yet, she didn't attempt to rationalize what she just saw or heard, because she couldn't. You just can't explain love. And with these thoughts, Scully picked up her pace and ran. Somethings couldn't wait--and she knew Mulder couldn't either. Love was in the air, and she thought she could hear faint chants-- "We are the XF-Romantics. Resistance is Futile. Workplace Policy is Irrelevant. You WILL be Assimilated. We are the XF-Romantics. . . " THE END Questions and comments and flames can be sent to SaiTiau@aol.com. Archive at will, but with my name attached.