A Red Love Bizarre or The Roswell Chest

A Word from the Girls & Jack

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.