Title: Movements
Author: TeaL
E-mail: Talitha_1121@yahoo.com
Flames will be used to light TFO's funeral pyre
Archive: Go for it just don't change anything and tell me where it's going 
so I can visit :)
Rating: G 
Keywords: Fowl-Fic
Summary: Pure Fowl Torture
Disclaimer: Nothing xf related belongs to me.
All hail the almighty CC, I am but a meek servant girl who means you and 
your creations  no harm.
Authors Note: oooh boy I think I'll apologize for this one, it's sick but it 
was soooooo much fun to write 
This is what happens when TeaL gets bored :)

MOVEMENTS
By TeaL

Diana Fowley set her bottle of laxatives on the counter next to the coffee 
machine. Working with Agent Scully lately had left her feeling rather 
constipated.
"Diana, come take a look at this," Mulder called from across the room waving 
some slides in the air. Momentarily forgetting the tablets, she flicked the 
light switch and joined Mulder at the projector.

Scully walked brusquely through the halls of the FBI towards the basement, 
she was having one of those rare days when everything went right, she felt 
as though nothing short of the apocalypse could spoil it for her.
She entered the office and was about to cheerily say good morning to her 
partner...
When she saw Satan standing next to him.

'We're doomed,' Scully thought as she hung back, leaning against the counter 
and watched as Diana casually reached around Mulder to pick up a slide...and 
then proceeded to stand unnaturally close to him as she ooohed and aaaahed 
over the dead cow on the screen

Scully groaned softly, 'Anyone who finds a dead cow that interesting must 
have an extremely small Mind.' And considering what little things could get 
Mulder worked up....

Shifting her weight slightly, Scully bumped the counter with her hip and 
knocked over a container of pills. She glanced at the bottle and instantly 
recognized them to be Laxatives....fairly strong ones at that, prescribed to 
one 'Diana Fowley.'
Scully's mood brightened once again....these were not your everyday over 
the counter type laxatives....these were the real deal.
Looking over at Mulder and Diana and finding them still caught up in the 
slides, Scully quickly pocketed a handful and placed the rest back in the 
bottle.

Moving away from the desk slightly, she shut the door hard with her foot .
Mulder and  Diana jumped slightly at the sudden noise.
"Good morning!" Scully said with renewed glee.
"Morning Scully." Mulder replied.
Diana simply glanced in her direction and gave a pitiful half smile.
Scully showed her teeth.

Diana was in her territory and something had to be done.

"Anyone want a coffee?" Scully asked hopefully.
Mulder shook his head and looked green at the thought.
"Sure," Diana said, "white with 2 sugars."
Scully smiled. "Coming right up."

Diana gave Mulder a surprised look, she hadn't been expecting Scully would 
be so willing to do something for her. Mulder caught Diana's look and threw 
her a 'See, Scully doesn't hate you' one back.

At the coffee machine, Scully took into consideration Diana's usual dosage 
as prescribed on the bottle and how quickly that would take to act and added 
several more of the laxatives in Diana's coffee as she added the sugar.

This wouldn't just work quickly....this would clear her whole system.

Scully couldn't believe she was actually doing this, it was so unlike her 
and until this moment she's never really been the revenge type.
But there was something about this woman that just brought out the worst in 
her and she just couldn't resist.

Handing Diana her coffee, Scully took a seat and tried to act interested as 
Mulder explained the slides.
Diana suddenly lost interest in the oh so interesting images on the screen 
and with her coffee, stood at the back of the room flipping through an old 
x-file.

A loud rumbling suddenly broke the silence that had formed in the room and 
continued for some time causing Mulder's eternal pencil collection to 
vibrate against the jar they sat in.
Mulder looked around the office for a moment trying to determine the source 
of the noise.
"Earthquake?" he asked in disbelief.
He didn't notice Diana shrinking back into the corner of the office, her 
face growing redder and redder.
Scully was about to agree with Mulder when it hit her....
That had been no earthquake.
That had, in fact, been a wonderful thing called laxatives taking effect .

Diana felt her stomach cramp, she gulped in a lungful of air and rushed out  
of the room.
Mulder watched her leave, confused.
"Wonder what that was about?"
Scully shrugged, "I don't think she's comfortable with movements."

Diana ran through the halls of the FBI as fast as her legs could carry her.
Her stomach chose it's moments to cramp and rumble....those moments being 
when she passed other agents in the halls, causing her to leave a trail of 
normally professional agents smirking and trying to control their laughter 
in her wake.

Diana *almost* didn't make it to the restrooms.

Smoothing out her skirt, Diana walked uncomfortably into Mulder's office.
"Diana, where have you been the past thirty minutes?" he asked, annoyed 
she'd just left them like that earlier.
"I, ah, had to get something out of my system," she mumbled.

Scully's face lit up,
"Excuse me for a moment," she said looking at Mulder then Diana and exited 
the office before *she* lost control of certain functions due to laughing.
Patting her pocket, Scully felt the laxatives she had remaining.
It was just too easy.

The End :)

End Note: I've been trying to come up with an ending for a few days now but 
couldn't so I gave up which is why it seems to end quickly.
Feedback to TeaL 

Visit my Asylum
http://www.angelfire.com/nm/Talitha/index.html