If you havent read "A thornless Rose" you might want to read it before
reading this one. It can be found here....
Title: Atropus
Sequel to "A Thornless Rose"
Author: TeaL
Feedback: antiFOWLone@yahoo.com
Flames will be used to light TFO's funeral pyre.
Keywords: FowlFic (would you expect anything else?)
Rating: PG, for violent impulses and a bad word :)
Authors note: Ok this is long so I'll put the important
stuff here and the not so important stuff at the end.
The title is yet again from myth. Atropus , in greek
and roman myth, was one of the fates.She cut the thread,
the life, when it's time on earth had come. Why this title?
Because there is a very small reference to this in the fic.
The ref. to Beethoven is the dog *get it??* NOT the composer!
There is a tiny "Three of a kind" ref.
"A thornless Rose" was my first FowlFic ever and almost a
year later I decided to carry on the madness. Scully is back
to her murderous ways, although she isn't quite as insane
this time. Mulder as always is blind and stupid and
his take on what's happening is more serious than Scully's.
As always, this isn't serious and I don't believe in
characterisations in FowlFics so forget everything you know
and picture the wondrous events as they unfold :)
Dedicated to all the poor writer's on one of my mailing lists
who have been flamed recently. You guys rock, don't listen to
what was said in those letters and put those flames to good use....
Burn TFO!!!! yea!!
ATROPUS
by TeaL
Mulder sat by Diana's bedside. Two weeks had passed since the
'Cell Phone incident' and there had been no change in Diana
Fowley's condition.
Mulder didn't know what kind of change he expected, Diana had
brain damage, he knew that.The doctors had told him over and
over that until she came out of the coma, there would be no
way to determine the severity of the damage.
Mulder knew it was bad.
Diana was lying in a hospital bed drooling more than Beethoven
and Homer Simpson put together. That, the occasional muscle
spasm and the heart monitor were the only indication she was
still alive.
Mulder didn't know why he came back to her bedside day after
day. His only true comfort was when Scully showed up and sat
with him.
She truly was his life-line, keeping him tethered to sanity
if only by a thin thread.
A thread that would have broken a long time ago, was it not for
her patience and understanding.
Hell, if it wasn't for Scully he'd probably be the one in this
bed fighting for his life.
Mulder glanced up and was relieved to see his life-line still
sitting opposite him.
Scully was staring out the window lost in thought, a sad look
haunting her features.
Mulder felt a twinge of guilt.
Scully didn't need to be here, but he appreciated the fact she
voluntarily sat with him, so much that he's *never* asked her
to leave.
Scully sat by Diana's bedside. Two weeks had passed since the
'plug-pulling incident' and there had been no change in Fowley's
condition.
The woman was holding onto life with unnatural determination and
Scully sat fighting the urge to jump up and scream "Die Already!"
at her.
Mulder hadn't left the hospital the whole time except to go to
work, but even then Scully knew his mind and heart were still
in this room.
She felt if she had to spend one more day sitting here she would go
completely insane.
She only dragged herself to the hospital to sit with him so he
wouldn't focus *all* his attention on the veggie.
Veggie-Girl!
Mega!Veg!
A smirk threatened to disturb Scully's polished sombre features.
She's worked hard on looking this depressed, although it wasn't
all an act.
Now, though, the depression was fading, slowly being replaced
with joy.
She wasn't meant to be happy, she just wanted the Mega!Veg to
die already.....
Oh god, she was going to start laughing.
If only Mulder would ask her to leave.
Mulder noticed the corners of Scully's mouth turn upwards
slightly.
He guessed she was thinking about happier times before the
shooting.....before the 'incident'.
He wished she would share her thoughts with him as he needed a
good laugh. Something to take his mind off Diana's current
state.
It was almost inhuman of them to keep Diana alive like this, but
what if she woke up?
What if the damage wasn't as bad as everyone expected?
Mulder couldn't live with not knowing.
Another muscle spasm struck Diana's body and she twitched slightly
in her bed.
Mulder turned his face away, unable to watch, when he found
himself staring at an even more disturbing sight...
Scully had honest to god tears in her eyes.
He had been thinking so much about Diana's future and about his
own feelings that he hadn't even realised this was affecting
Scully so much.
Maybe she *did* need a break from this sterile white room for
a while.
Scully noticed Mulder's eyes light up for the first time in weeks
as she tried to hide her smirk.
What on earth did he think she was smiling about?
Scully wished she could share her thoughts with him.
She needed a good laugh.
It was pure torture for Scully, the way they were keeping Diana
alive like this. What if she woke up? What if the extent of the
damage inflicted on her by yours truly wasn't as bad as everyone
expected?
A sudden movement caught Scully's eye and all her fears were
instantly diminished.
The bitch was twitching again, not only that but Scully also
noticed fresh drool pooling onto the sheets.
Scully wanted to jump for joy, no way was Veggie-Girl ever going
to be normal again.
Whatever 'normal' was.
Scully knew there was no way in hell she was going to be able
to disguise a full on laughing fit but did her best to hold
it in.
Unfortunately, much like trying to hold in a coughing fit in
the middle of an exam, her eyes began to water.
Scully felt she'd explode if she didn't let it out soon and
shot Mulder a brief sympathetic look as she stood and left
the room.
Mulder watched her leave.
He was grateful that she was even on hospital property. He never
would have been able to get through this without her.
He *did* care about Scully, even if recently he hadn't shown it
as much as he should have.
He didn't want to be with Diana, he had no feelings for her at
all. Yet he felt like he owed it to her to be by her side, he
wasn't sure why.
It was pointless really.
He felt terrible and disgusted at himself thinking it, but he
actually found himself hoping Diana would give in and move on.
It would be better for everyone, including Diana, and life
could once again return to normal.
Whatever 'normal' was.
Diana chose that moment to want to be the center of attention
once more. She twitched once, then lay still.
A long loud *beeeeeeeeeeeep* resonated through the room and
echoed down the halls.
Mulder almost went into shock.
Scully sat on a single chair outside the room thinking about
how much Mulder had been ignoring her lately.
She'd never realised he cared *that* much for Fowley before
and she could not understand why he'd want to be at her
bedside 24/7.
She thought it was completely pointless.
Scully wished Diana would hurry up and die. What she wouldn't
give to run into that room, grab Diana by the shoulders and
shake her while screaming "Die Bitch Die!"
She giggled at the image of Mulder's face if she actually did
that.
It felt good to laugh.
Concentrating, Scully focused all the negative energy she'd
bottled inside since the 'incident' on the foul thing in the
room behind her.
A loud *Beeeeeeeeeep* echoed down the hall breaking her out
of her trance.
Scully almost started clapping with delight.
Mulder stood back as the doctors did their best to revive
Diana.
But it was all in vain.
They murmured apologies and gave the two living agents
sympathetic looks as they exited the room.
Leaving them alone with Diana.
Mulder sat back in his chair and rested his head in his
hands. He felt a hand on his arm and slowly raised his head
to meet the familiar eyes..
Scully gave him her own sympathetic look and also left so he
could grieve alone.
Scully tried to get in on the action, subsequently getting
in the way as the doctors did their best to revive Diana.
Scully was kicking herself for not suggesting a "Do Not
resuscitate" notice.
These doctors sure were persistent, Scully would have given
up on the Fowl after about 10 seconds, she wouldn't have
wasted another second on her than that.
Diana just wasn't worth it.
After what seemed an eternity, the doctors stepped back and
left them alone with the corpse.
Scully saw the pain her partner was dealing with and placed
a sympathetic hand on his arm before leaving.
Scully had patiently waited 6 years to have this man, a few
more weeks wouldn't kill her........
~AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER (except Mulder, but
he'll get over it)
THE END!~
MORE Authors notes: I'm pretty proud of all my little
injokes in this one LOL. The Beethoven one was pure coincidence.
I didn't pick it until after I wrote it. If you haven't seen
the film and don't get it...
David Duchovny makes a brief, but hilarious, appearance in it.
I had a couple of Simpson refs in here, don't worry if you
missed the second one, only minds as warped as mine would
have pictured it right away.
The scene were Mulder's 'life-line' is still sitting opposite
him....picture Bart as an anchor..."think harder Homer".....
yes, I'm talking about the monorail ep....I received this
mental image of Scully as a heap of rope sitting in a chair..
well i found it funny....
I never took medicine or anything like that at school, my strong points were
history, geography and plant science off all things so excuse my lack of
knowledge in this fic. Don't focus on the technical side, just partay cuz
she's dead....again lol
Hope the way I wrote it didn't make it too confusing. I had no
problems with it but then I wrote it lol. It's a little
different to my usual writing style don't ya think.
BTW the word "Atropus" was really hard for me to type....I bet SG-1 fans can
work out what I accidently kept typing!!
ok 'nuff from me.
Disclaimer: All things XF related don't belong to me. If they
did do you think I'd still be living out in the wop wops in
NZ? All hail the almighty CC, I am but a meek servant girl who means
you, and your creations (except TFO) no harm.
C. June 26 1999
~neither Beethoven or Homer Simpson were offended by any personal
habits addressed in this fic~
