Disclaimer:  Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the X-Files, and associated
characters are property of David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Chris Carter,
Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corporation.  They are used
without permission but no copyright infringement is meant.  I just wanted 
to borrow the characters for a while.

The song is Lennon and McCartney and the Beatles.  I merely borrow it.

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show copyright Christina Shuy.  Usually not much... if anything.

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Rating:  G
Category: V, no MSR because it takes place before they have met formally. 
Summary:  Weird dreams from a weird song
Spoilers: only references to the Pilot.

Set the morning of the Pilot episode.  After "I Saw her STanding there" 
and before "With a Little Help from my Friends".

   
The Beatles Files:  "A Day in the Life"
by Christina Shuy
cshuy@netcom.com

      The basement office was crowded and unkept.  A lighted slide table 
with slides on it was the only illumination other than the flurecent 
overhead lights.
      Special Agent Fox Mulder had been working late.  At the moment, he 
had his head down on his desk, his glasses skewed on his face.  A new 
song started on the radio as the alarm went off.
   
  "I read the news today oh boy
   About a lucky man who made the grade
   And though the news was rather sad
   Well I just had to laugh
   I saw the photograph.
   He blew his mind out in a car
   He didn't notice that the lights had changed"

     He dreamed, the images being of a man in a car with a smoking gun
after having just offed himself.  The man was unrecognisable, but the
smoke smelled of cigarettes.  The dream seemed to be set in England. 

  "A crowd of people stood and stared
   They'd seen his face before
   Nobody was really sure
   If he was from the House of Lords."

     He dreamed he was on the street near the House of Lords, though he 
could only remember having been there once.  Nothing looked too familiar, 
though.  Everything seemed hazy.

  "I saw a film today oh boy
   The English Army had just won the war
   A crowd of people turned away
   but I just had to look
   Having read the book.
   I'd love to turn you on"

     Then, he found himself in World War II, just at the very end of it, 
still in England, though the images were strangely technocolour and 
psychadelic.

  "Woke up, fell out of bed,
   Dragged a comb across my head
   Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
   And looking up I noticed I was late.
   Found my coat and grabbed my hat
   Made the bus in seconds flat
   Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
   Somebody spoke and I went into a dream"

     Mulder woke up bleary, the song drifting through the radio he'd
forgotten he'd set the alarm to.  Putting his glasses back on straight, he
sighed and went back to work, noting that it was a new day.  There were
many things he had to do today, including meeting his new partner.  Fun
fun fun. 

  "I read the news today oh boy
   Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
   And though the holes were rather small
   They had to count them all
   Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
   I'd love to turn you on"

     The song came to the thundering conclusion and Mulder reached over, 
turning off the radio alarm for the day.
     'Time to get back to work.' he thought, turning back to the slides 
he was arranging in the tray.

     At the same time, the elevator came to the basement.  Dana Scully
walked out and headed for the only office she knew of. 
     SHe knocked on the door marked "Fox Mulder Special Agent".
     "No one here but the FBI's Most unWanted." said a man's voice from 
inside.
     OPening the door, she introduced herself.  "Agent Mulder, I'm Dana 
Scully.  I"ve been assigned to work with you."

-the end-