Unfinished

Maeve sends her and Sinbad into the x-files world. 

It was a bright sunny day and the crew was at ease enjoying the afternoon sun. Sinbad and Doubar were watching Fouruz while he worked on his latest invention. They all laughed and jumped back as it blew up and smoke came from the large device.

            “What is that thing?” Sinbad asked between fits of laughter. The little scientist was covered from head to foot in black soot.

            “It’s a canon.” Fouruz replied, glaring at his captain. He grabbed a peace of cloth and wiped his face, trying to get some of the black dirt off.

            “A canon?” Doubar asked.

            “If I ever get it to work, we will be able to fire these round balls at incoming ships and have a chance to defend ourselves before they attack!” Fouruz told them excitedly.

            The brothers looked at the scientist in amusement before bursting out in laughter once more. “Sure Fouruz, whatever you say.” Sinbad said, patting the man on the back.

Maeve was busy down below pouring over her spell books. Dim Dim was gone but her studies had to continue if she was to become a more powerful sorceress. Right now these words were giving her a headache. She needed the guidance of her mentor more then ever.

Maeve took a deep breath and concentrated. If Maeve could master this spell she would be able to transport herself from one place to another in a matter of minutes. She visualized her safe place, the Nomad, and then she visualized Sinbad standing at the stern and felt a sense of comfort wash over her. She saw herself walk up to him. All was going well, Maeve could feel it. Just before she was about to transport herself to the top deck, Sinbad came rushing into the room. Startled, Maeve threw her hands up, “Sinbad!” She yelped.

As the spell began to work, the two friends were lifted from their bodies.

Maeve was sleeping peacefully on a soft comfortable bed. There was a sense of security around her that she had never felt before. If she was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up. She sighed and cuddled deeper into the soft sheets. As she did this she felt two arms tighten around her waste. She hadn’t felt that a second ago. Her eyes popped open and a gasp caught in her throat. The figure behind her moaned her name, causing her to panic and she jumped out of the bed.

            “Where in tarturous am I and just who are you?” Maeve screamed as she grabbed the sheet around her. She was naked. She hadn’t noticed that before either. She looked down at herself and saw that her stomach was slightly rounded. Man, I need to get in shape, she thought.

            “What in the…” The man lifted his brilliant hazel eyes to look at the small redhead before him. “Maeve?” He asked timidly.

            “Sinbad?” She asked. At his nod she flung herself into his arms. “Whats going on! Where are we? And why are we in the same bed.”

            “Did we umm…you know…”

            “Yes, and no. I don’t think we did but….you don’t look like you Sinbad. Something happened.” Maeve replied.

            “Whatever happened, your still a redhead,” Sinbad laughed, fingering one of the fiery red strands. “Exactly what were you doing before I came barging in?”

            “I was working on a transporting spell. When you came in it broke my concentration. This must be the result.” She said, glaring at him accusingly.

            “Hey, I wasn’t the one who sent us here. Wherever here is.”

            A pounding on the door stopped their bickering. “Uh-oh. I wonder who that is.” Sinbad looked at Maeve, “What should we do?”

            Scully was in heaven. She could smell the salty breeze and almost feel herself rocking as if she was on a ship sailing the seven seas. She snuggled deeper into her bed and whispered the name of her husband, “Mmmm, Mulder?” She called, slowly waking up and reaching for her husband. Finding wood instead of her husband, Scully shot up out of bed and then screamed as she saw two puzzled brown eyes staring into hers.

            “Yikes, what nightmare did you wake up from? And whose Mulder?” The questioning gaze asked.

            “He’s my partner, where is he.” Scully demanded, frantically checking for her gun. Feeling some sort of weird material wrapped around her body she looked down. “What in the hell am I wearing?”

            “Maeve, are you alright?” Bryn asked, stepping closer to the mage.

            “Stay back, don’t come any closer. My name is not Maeve.” At that same moment a low pitched scream filtered through the air, “SCULLY!!!”

            “Mulder!” Scully yelled back, jumping away from the weird looking brunette.

            Following the sound of the voice, Mulder raced through the cabin and yanked open a door he hoped would lead him to Scully. Instead he was met by another beautiful redhead, but not the one he was looking for. At that same moment a big burly looking fellow came down the stairs. “What is going on in here?” the man asked.

Mulder didn’t hesitate to jump the man, grabbing him by the throat. “Where is Scully?” he demanded, ready to choke the life out of him. If anything had happened to her.

            “Mulder?” Came a puzzled voice from behind him.

            “Scully?” Mulder turned to look at the redhead. He let go of the man and walked back over to the woman.

            “What is going on here Mulder, where are we? Who are we?” Scully finally took a good look at herself. In fear she clutched at her stomach. “The baby,” she whispered. She glanced up at the strange looking man before her and her eyes started to water.

            Mulder’s face drained of color as he looked at this woman’s flat stomach. “We must have switched bodies with someone Scully, I’m sure the little guy is fine.”

             “What baby? Sinbad, Maeve, are you to sick?” The big burly guy asked.

            “My name is not Sinbad, its Fox Mulder.” Mulder corrected him. “And you would be?”

            Doubar stared at them in shock, not knowing what to say. This could not be happening. It wasn’t possible. If this man wasn’t his brother, then where was he? “My name is Doubar. Captain Sinbad is my brother.”

            Sinbad picked his way carefully threw the darkened apartment, trying to get use to this strange body he was trapped in,  “Where do these people keep the lanterns?” He grumbled as he hopped up and down clutching his injured toe. He headed towards the pounding and reached a wooden door. He pulled on the handle but the door didn’t budge. “Hold on, I cant get the door to open.” Sinbad yelled, yanking harder on the door. “Where is the stupid latch at?” He complained.

            “Ummm….Mulder try the little knob on the handle…” Came a uneasy voice from the other side.

            “Mulder? Ah yes. Mulder” So that’s whose body this was, Sinbad thought to himself. He looked down at the handle he had been tugging on and saw the little knob. He turned it and heard a clicking noise. The door swung open. Three confused faces greeted him.

            “Everything okay Mulder?” The bald one asked. The little man’s face was filled with concern.

            While Sinbad was busy making his way to the pounding noise, Maeve wrapped the sheet back around her and went to survey the room. She walked to the large treasure chest looking thing in front of the bed and ran her hand across the smooth surface. When she looked in the mirror she saw another woman staring back at her. She reached her hand out and was surprised when the woman did the same. Maeve tilted her head to the side and the other woman copied once again. “What kind of magic is this?” Maeve whispered. The small night-light caught Maeve’s eye and she walked over to it and knelt beside the chair to study the little glowing thing. She was reaching her hand out to touch it when she felt her stomach do a flip flop. Maeve stood up and frantically looked for a place to relieve her stomach. She saw another room just off to her right and ran in there. She spotted the boll and hunched over it. “Sinbad?” She called.

            Before he could respond a faint cry came from the bedroom, “Sinbad?”

            “Maeve,” he whispered. He left the three strange men standing in the doorway and ran to the sorceress. He found her in the bathroom hanging over a weird looking white bowl. “What happened?” he asked, kneeling beside her.

            “I felt sick so I found a place to….What is this thing?” Maeve asked, referring to the white thing in front of her. 

            “Uh-oh, I smell trouble.” The long haired one said, as he reached out and pushed the handle down. The strange noise that it made startled Sinbad and he grabbed Maeve and pulled her away before the weird contraption could hurt her. Maeve held her hand out and waited for a fireball to form and when it didn’t she frowned.

            “It walks like him, it sounds like him, but that is not Mulder.” Byers supplied, eyeing the two of them. “What exactly has our two favorite FBI agents gotten themselves into this time?”

            “What’s wrong with her? Why is she sick?” Sinbad asked, hoping they had answers. Maeve was still surveying this strangers hand, wondering why her magic wasn’t working.

            “Scully is pregnant.” Byers said compassionately. He was the more conservative one in his three piece suit. Byers didn’t like what was going on. Time travel was impossible and the fact that his friends were million miles away was just improbable.

            “Scully?” Maeve asked. She looked down at herself, “And I thought I was just out of shape.” She turned worried eyes to Sinbad, “my magic isn’t working.” She told him quietly.

            “That’s whose body you are in. So if you two are here then where are Mulder and Scully?” Langly asked. The two strangers couldn’t even begin to describe this ones outrageous looks, from his long blonde hair and his baggy clothes.

            “I presume they have taken our place.” Sinbad said.

            “And just where would they be?” Frohike asked, skeptically. He was toying with the fact that his friend needed serious help. Maybe that last battle with an alien hybrid did him in.

            “On the Nomad, somewhere in the Caribbean.” Sinbad answered.

            “Okay, repeat that one more time.” Fouruz asked, not believing a word these two were saying. He couldn’t believe that he was looking at his well-known friends yet speaking to strangers.

            “My name is Dana Scully. I am an FBI Agent. I’m pregnant. And right now your friend Maeve is in my body caring my son.” Dana said threw gritted teeth. If Mulder had caused this in anyway she would kill him when they made it home. If they made it home.

            “Is this possible?” Fouruz asked. “I mean, they are from the year 2002.”

            “It is possible. Maeve has been getting stronger. Now why she would choose to switch places with a couple this far into the future we may never know. Unless maybe something went terribly wrong. I was looking at the book she left open in there and it was turned to transporting. There was nothing about time travel.” Bryn supplied, coming into the room. She was wearing a tan tunic and had her dark brown hair pulled back in a clip. There was a bracelet on her arm and it started to glow.

            “Does anyone even remember going to bed last night?” Doubar asked. Everyone around the table shook their heads. “Amazing.”

            “So when they time traveled our day must have started over again.”

            “The next question is, how do we get them back?” Bryn asked.

            “What is this thing on my arm and why is it glowing?” Mulder asked. Bryn walked over and held up her arm.

            “We don’t know the secret behind these bracelets yet. Haven’t quite figured out why they glow either but we have both had them since birth.” Bryn explained.

            “You and Sinbad are siblings?” Mulder asked.

            “Not that we are aware of.” Bryn responded, “I was orphaned.”

            “We didn’t know our mother.” Doubar supplied.

            The three men, who called themselves the Lone Gunmen, sat in Mulder’s living room explaining modern technology and their current situation to Maeve and Sinbad. For now the three men were going along with their story until they could get behind what really happened. The plan now was to keep them away from modern civilization. Maeve sat before them in one of Scully’s sweat pants and baggy shirts. They could here Sinbad banging around in the bedroom trying unsuccessfully to put on a pair of jeans. The winced as they heard a series of words and a couple of cries of pain. Finally the man who looked like Mulder entered the room. He came and sat down beside Maeve/Scully.