Gillian Fantasy
| Fanfiction | |
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| Title: | Gillian Fantasy |
| Author(s): | Steven Han |
| Date(s): | November 4, 1994 |
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| Fandom: | X-Files RPF |
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Gillian Fantasy is several short stories by Steven Han.
They are self-insert X-Files RPF, very non-explicit.
The stories are a humorous riff on David Fantasy, more serious (but just as tame) story that was the first RPF story on Usenet.
There were four of them, and they were titled Gillian Fantasy #36, #44, #57, #82.
The last one written was #44.
The content of #36 and #57 are unknown.
Gillian Fantasy #44
Steve works as a cabana boy. Gillian Anderson asks him to put suntan lotion on her back.
It is online here.
Excerpt:
"Here," said Gillian as she handed him the bottle of suntan lotion. "Just apply it evenly on my back, please." And with that, she lay face down on the towel and undid the back of her string bikini top.
Steven's eyes nearly popped out at the sight of her bare back. He started to bite down on his lower lip, then stuffed his knuckles into his mouth to keep from chewing his lip off. Oh gawd, this is driving me nuts, he thought to himself. He seemed to lose the capacity for logical reasoning, as he turned giddy like a little girl with a new pony. His eyes glazed over, and a puddle of drool began to form in his mouth.
Realizing what was happening, Steve quickly slapped himself and returned to the business at hand. He poured some of the suntan lotion onto his palms, then lowered his hands onto her bare back.
He instantly felt the warmth of her skin on his fingertips. Shock waves pulsated throughout his body, as if he had touched a live electrical wire. He started feeling dizzy, as the world began spinning round. Moments later, the world turned on its side, and Steve was introduced face-first to the sand.
"Cabana boy, are you all right?" were the words that drifted into Steven's ears some time later. He slowly began to comprehend the words and their source, and the realization of what had happened began to seep into his brain. He had passed out, like a pathetic weenie! He felt flustered, and his face turned red as he realized that Gillian was looking at him with concern and curiosity.
"Um, thank you, ma'am; I'm, um, quite fine," Steven managed to whimper in his semi-coherent state.
"Well, that's certainly good news -- I was worried there for a second. But I imagine you're just suffering from heat exhaustion, what with your working out here in the sun all day. Why don't we go into the hotel lobby, and I'll buy you a soda? I'll tell you about all the tough jobs I had when I was your age," offered Gillian.
Gillian Fantasy #82
Steven works at the newsstand in the lobby of the FBI building where he notices Scully each morning. He sells her a Snickers bar.
Excerpt:
Disappointed yet again, Steven began daydreaming, resorting to fantasizing about the mysterious and elusive woman. Although he didn't even know her name, he felt as if he had known her all his life, almost as if they were soulmates. Perhaps they had been together in a previous life, and now it was fate that had placed them together once again in this building.
Steven imagined her form slowly appearing in the doorway. She was wearing a gauzy, flowing white dress, and she was bathed in a glowing white light emanating from beyond the doorway. She began walking slowly and dreamily towards the elevators, when she suddenly stopped and turned in Steven's direction.
She approached the newsstand slowly and gracefully, then reached into the rack of candy bars. Picking up a Snickers bar, she placed it on the counter and opened up her purse. She pulled out a dollar bill and proffered it to Steven, looking up at him and smiling serenely. She then spoke in a soft, silky voice, saying, "Keep the change."