Title: Bra Witch
Author:  Scully/Scully_147
E-mail:  silver_scully@yahoo.com or scully_147@yahoo.com
Rating:  R
Category:  Fowlfic 
Spoilers:  Biogenesis
Keywords:  Uh, Diana "Bra Witch" Fowley? Humour
Summary:  A missing scene from Biogenesis. Relief for
those who are horrified by the bra scene.
Disclaimer:  As much as I wish I created and owned
Fowley so I could kill her off, all characters belong
to Chris Carter, the God of the X-Files religion. 
Dedication: To all my AFML buddies, this is just for
you, it's my first fanfic ever! YAY!! I love you all
:) I am experiencing post-season finale depression, so
I just HAD to write this story. 

Picture to go with this story can be found here.


"Yes, it's Diana Fowley calling for him....I received
a call from Agent Mulder this evening. He was in a
particular state of distress... I don't know why, but
I'm staying here until I find out."
Diana hung up the phone walked towards Mulder's room.
She slowly pulled her shirt off exposing her cheap,
white bra. She entered Mulder's room.  "Fox?" she
said. To her surprise, Mulder was no longer in his
bed. "Where the hell did he run off to?" she muttered under
her breath.

Mulder was hanging on for his dear life. He knew what
Diana wanted. He knew she was going to try and seduce
him by doing the bra thing. That's why he found
himself hanging  by his fingers off the edge of his
bedroom window outside. Hanging on for dear life. He'd
do ANYTHING to avoid seeing Diana Fowley without a
shirt. He'd have to die first. How dare she come into
his life, on this day of all days when he was feeling
sick as it is.
His fingers were getting sore from hanging , and
luckily for him, he found a ledge to step onto. All he
could do now  was just to stay there until Diana left.
He pressed his back against the brick building being
careful not to fall off. The ledge wasn't too narrow,
it was wide enough to fit two people, however Mulder
didn't want to die just yet.  He was cold and tired.
He was only wearing his white cotton shirt and a pair
of tracksuit pants and really needed to rest, as he
was still experiencing excruciating pain in his head
often. Ever since this case had come up, strange
things were happening to him.

Inside, Diana was feeling really horny. She wished Fox
was there to give her something, but he had apparently
gone. Nevertheless, standing there semi-naked in her
bra, she felt the urge to get something anyway. In the
corner of the room, she spotted her witch broomstick.
Diana got a wild idea. She slowly walked over to the
broomstick and picked it up by its long, thin handle,
and put it between her legs. But she wasn't going to
fly away on it just yet.

Outside, Mulder cringed as he heard Fowley scream
"Oooohhhhhhh god!!" Mulder didn't know if what he
heard was real or just the psychosis he was
experiencing for the past day. He shut his eyes
tightly and put his hands up to cover his ears, almost
in tears from the piercing screech as he heard Diana
yell "Harder, broomstick, harder!" in her cackling
high pitched -voice.  Mulder however kept silent, in
fear that Diana would hear him and find him. He did
not want to hear her awful voice, much less hear her
getting pleasure from a damn cheap, wooden
broomstick. 

A few minutes later, he heard heavy panting like the
sound of an enormous drooling dog coming from his
room. The panting slowed,  and he figured that she was
done. Now she would go, go and fly away on her
broomstick and leave forever, and Mulder would get
back inside, call Scully and tell her he wanted her to
come back now.  But he was wrong. 

"Don't do it, sir," said a calm, but assertive voice
from the ground. The voice echoed through a megaphone.
"Just stay calm and relax, we'll get someone up there
with you." 
Mulder looked down and saw a rescue squad with a few
other people looking up at him. "Oh great, just great,"
Mulder thought to himself. "Now these people think I'm
going to suicide or something." Mulder's head started
to spin again, and a piercing noise came to his ears.
His vision and hearing blurred. He shut his eyes
tightly wishing for the pain to go away, and almost
fell due to the pain. Suddenly, he felt someone grab
his shirt from behind. Whoever this person was
grabbing his shirt sure had gigantic dog claws. "It's
okay, he's with me," he heard a female demented voice
say. Mulder could do nothing but to yell a loud
"Nooooo!" in her face, but Diana resisted and said,
"Come on, get back in Fox."

Once back in his room, Diana took her keys and left
Mulder's apartment with him. Mulder's pain grew, and
he could barely figure out what was going on around
him. All he knew was that Diana was driving him
somewhere. He wanted to swear at the bitch, to punch
her, kick her, hell even kill her, but the pain was
unbearable and it would take too much of his energy to
do so. He lay in the back seat curled up like a ball
with his eyes shut unconsciously saying "Scully" over
and over again.

When Mulder woke up, he found himself in a small room,
somewhat the size of an elevator with a small camera
in the one of the corners of the ceiling. "I'll get
you, you fuckin' bitch!" Mulder yelled. His head still
hurt, but he seemed to have the energy to yell such
things at Diana Fowley. He knew she was watching him,
he also knew that she had betrayed him.  But he knew
this a long time ago. He paced the room and the hatred
he felt for Diana made him scream at the camera.  He
was enraged with so much anger that any outsider would
think he was mentally challenged. Except Scully. Still
facing the camera, Mulder yelled "Scullyyyyy!" at the
top of his lungs. 

"We don't know what's wrong with him and we don't know
what to do for him. He's got extremely abnormal brain
function but there is no signs of stroke. We're
waiting to run more tests," the doctor explained to
Scully. 
"Waiting for what?" she answered. 
"He's extremely violent. With what we've given him he 
should be in a barbiturate coma but there's brain activity 
in areas we've never seen before." 
Scully needed to talk to him urgently. "I want to talk to 
him," she demanded. 
"No, he's a danger to anyone," the doctor answered back.
"Not to me," she said with confidence...


End! Oh, and I have a matching picture to go with
this, the pic came first and then I wrote it:
http://www.angelfire.com/sc/xfilesvault3/images/brawitch.gif