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 and no copyright infringement is meant. I thank Wolfgang Petersen for making a thoroughly enjoyable, nail-biter of a movie... That's what I was doing for most of the movie. Biting my nails. Any elements not recognized as being taken from the show copyright Christina Shuy. Comments and other things sent to cshuy@netcom.com are much appreciated. Rating: G, MSR (well... it's friendshipper safe too...) Spoilers: none for X-Files, some for Air Force One. Summary: Mulder and Scully take in a movie on a boring weekend. I know, I know... this was *supposed* to be "Contact", but I haven't gotten around to it yet... I have to see the movie before I can write the story. I think the 5th and final part of this series will be "Contact". Out To The Movies IV: "Your Time is Over" by Christina Shuy cshuy@netcom.com You know you're bored when the thought of doing laundry, even the clean clothes, starts to sound exciting. Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully was fast approaching this state. Except that she had already *done* the laundry and put it away, as well as cleaning up her apartment... twice. The phone rang. 'Saved by the bell!' she thought, diving for the phone. "Scully." "Hey, Scully, it's me." "Mulder, I hope this isn't about work. This is supposed to be our weekend off, remember? Skinner *promised*. *You* promised." 'Never mind the fact that I'm bored practically to death...' she thought, but didn't say. "I know. I was just calling to see if you were busy this afternoon." "What do you have in mind, Mulder?" "Well... we've had fun at the movies before, and I was wondering..." "'Air Force One', Mulder?" Dana Scully smiled. "You read my mind, Scully. But I thought you weren't interested in those high-action, shoot-'em-up movies." "Oh, I am... and the fact that Harrison Ford is in it... ahhh, bliss." A mischevious sparkle entered her eyes. "Ah-ha! The truth will out!" He sounded as though he'd just made a never-before-thought-of discovery. "The Truth is Out There, Mulder." She smiled. "Well... that, Trust No One and two dollars will get you a coffee at Starbucks." "So when's the movie start, Mulder?" "An hour. I'll be right over." When the doorbell rang, Dana was slipping a forest green hairband into her hair and pulling on her shoes: soft, comfortable sneakers. "Come in, Mulder!" she said after having looked out the window. "Scully?" Fox Mulder poked his head into the apartment and only opened the door wider to walk in when he saw her sitting and tying her shoe laces. Mulder was impeccably dressed, as usual, in a dark turtleneck and jeans. He looked comfortable and relaxed, his hair mussed up just a touch. "Almost ready, Mulder." she answered, standing up and retrieving her hip-pouch. Mulder took a moment to study his partner. She was dressed in an oversized, green t-shirt and white shorts. In his eyes, she looked wonderful... always did. "Let's go. I don't want to miss the movie." "You just don't want to miss seeing Harrison Ford." "You know it, Mulder." Dana grinned. They got to the theatre and shared a huge tub of popcorn and two sodas as they waited for the movie to start. As the movie started, the partners found themselves relaxing even more and letting go of the tension and stress of the real world, losing themselves in the movie. As President James Marshall, AKA Harrison Ford, boarded the plane and was greeted by the flight crew, he smiled and said, "Change in plans. Let's go to Barbados." "We're with you, Mr. President." The pilot grinned. "Wouldn't that be a waste of taxpayer money?" Mulder whispered. "Mulder...!" Scully murmured back, nudging his knee. They looked at one another, traded smiles and then returned attention to the movie. "Did you hear my speech?" "They all hated it, didn't they." "Well..." "You're going to get yourself re-elected." The First Lady said. "That's what I keep telling everyone else." The President smiled lovingly at his wife. "But why would he want to? The job is the pits!" Mulder murmured. "They can't do this to the United States!" a character remarked on screen after hearing about the hijacking. "Hate to break it to you, buddy, but they just *DID*." Scully smirked. "Did they ever..." Mulder agreed. The movie continually cut to scenes where President Marshall was rummaging around in the baggage. "What is he looking for?" Scully asked, prying her fingers from her mouth long enough to mumble the question. "I don't know... A life maybe?" Mulder answered. "Mulder!" On-screen, he dug out a celphone. Activating it, he seemed hesitant to dial any numbers. "Oh, come on... what's the number???" he murmured, shrugging and dialling 4-1-1. There was a murmur of laughter in the theatre. The President couldn't remember his own phone number. "Number please." said the nasally voice of the operator. "White House. 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Situation Room. Then connect me." "That will be an extra $4.25 charge." "Do it." Moments later, "White House switchboard. How may I direct your call?" "This is the President. Put me through to the Vice President. Now." "If you're the president, I'm the Queen of England." the operator replied. "Nice to meet you, Your Highness." Scully snickered. "Scully...!" Mulder was shocked at his partner's behaviour. "Look, trace the call, if you don't believe me." the President protested. "Okay, if you're going to make this difficult..." Moments later, the operator returned. "I'm so sorry, Mr. President, I'll connect you right away!" "If you give a mouse a cookie..." President Marshall said. "Right." Kathryn the Vice President said. "He's gonna want a glass of milk... and more than half a dozen more things." Scully murmured. "Until he wants another cookie..." "What's the reference from?" Mulder asked. "Children's book. It's one of my nephew's favourites." she smiled. "Ah... gotcha." They went back to watchign the movie. "That's what you do in the White House. You play God." the lead terrorist said, holding a gun to the President's neck. "Is that what you call what they've been doing?" Mulder asked. "Hey, it's all a matter of perception." Scully answered. "...Changing call signs. Callsign is now 'Air Force One'." the pilot remarked. Scenes of cheering crowds were shown. The score rose and was triumphant at the end. There was cheering all around in the theatre. Scully leaned over and wrapped her arms around her partner, resting her head on his shoulder. "Now *that* is an intense movie!" She murmured. "Hey, how about dinner? I know this great little place..." Scully stood up and offered Mulder her hand. "Let's go. I'm hungry." she smiled. -The End- Now... all I need to do is see "Contact"... "The Truth is Out There. Trust No One."- from "The X-Files" Pursuing a BS degree(Electrical Engineering)-EE 332(Systems Analysis)-Su97 "In the moment that you think you can't, you'll discover that you can." - Celine Dion - "Power of the Dream" "Let's get Dangerous!" - Darkwing Duck. Looking for work and a place to live... somewhere in the SanFran Bay Area.