Author: Rikki Cloos
Title: Conclusions
Date: March 1, 1999
Spoilers: Two Fathers/One Son
Rated: PG
Description: Mulder almost makes one of the biggest
mistakes of his life...Scully helps him.
Disclaimer: No Infringment intended. I realize that
Mulder and Scully and that awful Fowley and the
episode Two-Fathers/One Son belong to Chris
Carter and TenThirteen and Fox and all that other
stuff yadda yadda yadda...I was just bored so I
wrote some good old Fowley-Hate.
~~~~~
Diana Fowley's Apartment
About 9:00 PM
Saturday Night

Fox Mulder sat perfectly still. His expression unreadable, his body
unmoving.
As Diana Fowley moved her lips closer to his she closed her eyes, as did he.
And she kissed him.
It was a slow kiss. A kiss that confirmed Mulders thoughts: I'm saving her.
Before they left Diana exused herself to the bathroom while Mulder waited
semipaitiently outside the bathroom door.
Diana closed her eyes tight and held her breath. This hurt more every time
she
did it. Placing her hands up close to her hairline, and digging her nails
into her
fleshy scalp, she tore off her face.
Revealing her once heavely make-uped eyes sewn shut, and her mouth also
scarred with black, what looked like, thread holding her lips firmly
together she
stepped back a bit in horror. The vision was ghastly. She couldn't take it
anymore,
but there was nothing she could do about it. She was one of them. Them.
That word made her feel so forien. She was one of what the conspiracists
called The Faceless
Rebels. But she wasn't about to let anyone know, especially not the
devistatingly
handsome man beckoning her to hurry outside her bathroom door. And more
importantly, she had to hide her secret from his sencible, already
suspicious, partner Agent Scully.
She hated that woman with a passion, and she wanted her handsome Fox all to
herself.
She somehow managed to melt her face back on a few minutes later.
After she had recomposed herself, she grabbed his hand tightly, gave it a
quick squeeze,
and rushed out the door with him to his car where they sped off to where
they would be 'saved'.
***
Diana Fowleys Apartment
About 9:00 PM
Saturday Night

Oh God, Fox Mulder thought as two moist red lips came plumeting towards him.
Red lips. Red. Scully.
He murmered her name in his mind.
Then he felt the sensation of being kissed. When he opened his eyes, the
lips belonged
not to his beautiful partner, but his, in his opinion, equally beautiful
ex-partner Diana Fowley.
Her brownish eyes glowed as he decided he would save her, and vocalized his
thoughts.
Before they left she informed him she had to use the bathroom.
As her Scully-red (why does everything about her remind me of Scully?) nails
dissapeared
from veiw behind the bathroom door he pulled out his cell-phone.
His finger hovered above the speed-dial button that would connect him to his
partner, hit
the bright orange button, and then withdrew. I can't talk to her in this
state. Not now, not now.
"Scully." Her voice came crisply through the phone line. "Mulder is that
you?"
He would talk when he remembered how to.
"Mulder?"
I'm here! He yelled in his mind. Oh God Scully don't hang up. Please dont
*click*
He let out a quick sigh. I'll talk to her later, he thought to himself.
Diana Fowley stepped out of the bathroom and greedily grabbed his hand.
They left together quickly, and quietly.
***
A Parking Lot
About 10:30
Saturday Night

The three of them were together now. Mulder, Scully, and her. That
cow-of-a-woman
who was stealing away the only man I'll ever love, Scully thought to
herself.
"Excuse us, Scully." Mulder said politely resting his hand on the small of
evil Diana's
back like he used to do with Scully.
He whispered something in Dianas ear. She smiled a little then giggled
like a highschooler. Scullys imagination soared as to what he
could have said, but Mulder's next actions were NOTHING like what Scully
thought.
He turned around and pulled out a small black velvety box out of his pocket.
Oh My God. OH...MY...GOD. Scully's fists clenched.
Scully felt her eyes burn.
Diana looked down at her high-tech instant messager phone and nodded
precisivley. She then reached up with curled fingers at her forehead and...
Scully gasped.
Diana Fowley tore off her face.
All the while Mulder was cluelessly preparing the box.
MULDER! COME HELP ME! She screamed with as much passion as she had ever
used.
Scully reached down to her side to grab her gun.
God she wanted to do this, shes wanted to do this forever. The thought of
giving that
PIG what she desperatly deserves surged through her in the form of pleasure.
But jealously aside, Diana was a monster (not like she hadn't suspected that
long before)
and she was about to hurt, possibly kill, her Mulder. Not like he wouldn't
desperatly
deserve it for the way he had been acting lately.
While Mulder ran toward Scully, she aimed her gun at Diana.
BANG!BANG!BANG!
Three shots fired directly at her...shoulder.
Green goo spilled out.
Scully held her breath and ran over the groteque figure. She grasped her and
kicked her down.
bang Bang BANG! Three shots into the back of Diana FOWLeys neck.
"Mulder." She said to her very shaken partner.
He crumpled to the groud with shock.
Scully lowered herself and held Mulder's shoulders.
"She was a...but how? What about the...It doesnt make sence...I just
wanted..."
He sputtered all this almost at the same time.
They broke eye contact and looked over to where Diana was.
NOTHING
They both stared wide eyed at the empty space.
Than incredible force shoved them both back and they were surrounded by
blackness.
***

END

I'll let ya'll come to your own conclusions...