Title: "The Boy is MINE"
BY: Jennifer Brady (FoxLvDana@aol.com)
Rated: R (I think)
Spoilers: THE END
Category: MSR, sorta.....Vignette
Summary: What Scully was REALLY thinking as she sat in the car after seeing Mulder with Dirty Diana.
Disclaimer: Nope...not mine...but if they were...they'd be MUCH happier.
The title comes from a song by Brandy, I think. If I'm wrong...IM SURE YOU'LL ALL TELL ME :P
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"The Boy is MINE"
BY: Jennifer Brady
Okay, now what the hell am I supposed to do. Mulder's in there with that... that TRAMP. Well, she's not really a tramp, I think. She just looks at Mulder like a prize at a carnival...and I hate that. I'm the only one who can look at him that way... Right?
Ruefully, I remember that I can stake no claims on Mulder's body. I already have his mind....maybe a little part of his heart....but I've never had that body. The body that SHE was holding...and....and....
Oh shit. I have to get him out of there. I have to do the one thing I thought I would never do. You see, Dana Scully is NOT a heartless, conniving, shrew. Okay....maybe I am conniving... but I'm no shrew.
Diana Fowley...yeah, she sure is FOUL. Melissa would love this. Seeing her little sister become as possessed as Linda Blair. All that's missing is the damn pea-soup.
Mulder would never believe it. This is a side of me few have seen. My irrational, possessive side that takes no prisoners.
I somehow think he rather enjoyed seeing the tension mount between him and his former "Chickadee"....or whatever it was that Frohike called her. At least Gibson knew what the story was, although he would never admit it out loud.
I knew Mulder was thinking about Diana at that moment. Maybe the vain, *irrational* side of me wanted to believe that it was ME he was thinking of.
Oh, sure....he was thinking of me...maybe a little. He was thinking how he was going to explain the whole Diana situation to me.
I never knew he had a partner before me. A partner on the X-Files, that is.
He had someone that went against everything I stood for. Someone that believed all the crazy stories without questioning them first.
What fun would that be?
I think that Mulder would have been happy with that...for the first month. He needs me, Mulder. He really does. Call me concieted....whatever. I know this for fact. So now what do I do? Do I drive back to my apartment and wallow in self pity.....?
Hell no....
This is war, and I am ready. I worked 6 long years to get to this point, I'm not about to let Diana take it away with one swift kick. I have to act fast, though. I pick up the phone and turn it on.
I really, REALLY shouldn't be doing this... but right now I don't care.
Diana Fowley needs to be taught a lesson, and guess who the teacher is?!
I know just how to do it. I can wrap Mulder around my little finger...when I want to. Just call him up, tell him I need to see him, make my voice a few octaves lower.....he will come. Oh yes, he will come. I think that in some perverse way, Mulder needs to be needed. His horrible excuses of parents never showed much of anything to him....except the occasional backside of a belt.
I learned long ago that I can give Mulder what he needs. I can wake up every morning in his arms and fall asleep in them as well. I can make him call out my name.....I can make him whisper my name. He's mine.....oh yeah..he's mine.
So Diana darling....if your listening......hear this....
The Boy is MINE! And I don't want to hear another word about it.
I finally dial the numbers and hear Mulder's husky voice on the other end.
"Mulder," He says.....
"Mulder, I have something I need you to see."
He's on his way......of course he is. I told you, he's mine.....
Got that?
I can see Diana's face when he tells her he has to go.... I'm almost certain she knew who was on the phone. Good. Maybe I should call her too, just to see what she says...but I won't. It's over now....he's on his way to me. Of course he is....
Because like I said before....The Boy Is MINE!
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The End!
Okay.....now I know that this was totally against Scully's personality.
But then again, who knows?! I might have gotten the actual words wrong in their phone conversation.....but kill me, okay!
Flames will be used to burn your nasty mail :)
