Title: That Fowley Woman
Author: evilgirl@madasafish.com
Date: 26th July 99
Subject: Events after Biogenesis ANTIFOWLEYFIC
Spoilers: The end of season 6?
Rating: PG (for naughty words) MSR
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That Fowley Woman 
by evilgirl

She looked at her. She could hardly believe what she was saying. That
Fowley woman had stayed the night with Mulder? Oh no. It couldn't be
true. She was as ugly as a bulldog sucking a thistle and had a personality
to match. But he had been in love with her once. She new that, even if he
hadn't admitted it. Why hadn't he admitted it? He still loved her? She
hoped not. He was embarrassed and ashamed? That was understandable.
He felt like he was betraying her, by admitting he had been in love with
someone else before her? Well, he's admitted to Pheobe Green. Maybe
this had been more serious? But that was assuming, of course, that
Mulder was in love with her, Scully. He'd never said the words aloud,
but she knew. That Fowley woman meant nothing anymore. But she was there
when he discovered the x files. That must count for something. But Scully
had been there for longer than she was. She left him, when he
discovered them. He got too 'involved' with his quest. Well, now he's
more involved than ever. Surely this means he's a different person to the
one that he knew. It is entirely possible, that they had fallen in love with
two different people. Two different versions of the same man. The old
one, who was a profiler with the Violent Crimes unit, and the new one,
who was obsessed by his work on the x files, and his quest for his sister.
I hope that is true. Because it is my Mulder who is in control now. This
moment today. Unfortunately he seems to have undergone, and is still
undergoing a large psychotic episode. Because he was her Mulder, not
that Fowley woman's Mulder. That Mulder had died years ago, with the
regression hypnotherapy and Dr Werber. In fact I wouldn't put it past
that Fowley woman to have induced this episode in Mulder. She turned
him wappy. It was her fault. Yeh, I get it now. They had sex, though I
am loathe to think about it, and afterwards he realised what he had done,
and it sent him wappy. Yeh, and when he discovered the x files, it made
him wonder "what the hell am I doing with her, she looks like she's been
hit by a bus and has the personality and compassion level of a goldfish.".
And that's also why he keeps goldfish. To remind him not to make the
same mistake again. And, unless I have the personality of a goldfish, he
won't. I will make sure of it. Well, maybe not necessarily with me.
Though I would very much like that. You know, what with me only
breathing for him, not being able to live without him and all that. If I
don't have him, I will make sure the woman who does is worthy. And can tell
you one thing, Diana Fowley most defiantly isn't. A woman who is, I
haven't met yet. I feel I am worthy, but I guess I'm slightly biased in that
area. I realised in that hallway, when he said those words, that they
weren't just true of him, it was true of me too. I could not live with out
him. To try would mean certain failure. I try to imagine life without him,
as it is as inevitable as the fact that the sun will rise in the east, or is
it the west?
Ok so I'm not sure, but one day I am going to have to live without him.
But any way, that's off the subject of discussion right now. I'll prove her
wrong. That Fowley woman. She's a bitch. She's evil and I hope I'm not
the only one to see it. Mulder must see it to. Maybe not now, in the
hospital, but when he's normal, well, in his normal Mulder state. If you
can call that normal. Oh dear, I see life with Mulder as normal. How
could I see it as anything else. I've been working with him for about six
years now. This is normal. But I don't want it to be normal. I want it to
be abnormal enough for one night, so Mulder and I can tell each other
how we feel, and maybe do the naked pretzel in my bed/his leather sofa/a
motel room/skinner's office I don't care.
But again, that's not the point. Why do I keep ending up talking about
Mulder, and me? Oh yes. I remember. Because I love him more than my
life, but can't pluck up the courage to tell him. How pathetic am I?
The point is. No matter what that doctor says, he will see me. Just you
let that Fowley woman try. He might have slept with her previously/last
night, but that's nothing to compare to what we have. It's not just love
between me and Mulder, it's more than just physical. It's emotional, and
spiritual. I have always believed there is one person for everyone. And
Fowley, you ugly bitch, Mulder is not your one. He's mine. You don't
believe me? Let's do a test. He's been locked in a padded call in the
psychiatric unit. The doctors tell me he's extremely violent. Let's pay a
visit, shall we?
"I don't care if he's attacked three nurses already. He'll see me."
"I'm sorry, I can't allow visitors."
"Look, it's my life, my credit card bill. Here take it. It's American
Express. If he attacks me, you can charge both mine and his medical bills
to it ok?"
"OK, but it's a bad idea."
I prepare myself to go in, but that Fowley woman is walking up the hall.
She opens the door. She's going into Mulder's room. I don't believe it.
"Excuse me doctor, but how come she gets to go in without the third degree?"
"Well, she brought him in. She's his wife."
I reel at this information. Is she really? Or did she just say this to be
allowed access to him, access she knew that I would be denied unless I
was a relative. I give the doctor my patented death stare. And this time I
don't feel all guilty. Usually I do, because Mulder looks so, well, terrified
every time I give it to him. But this doctor deserved it. For giving that
Fowley woman access and not me, and for believing her in the first place.
I give him the death stare and walk over to the monitors to see how she
fares against the 'extremely violent' Agent Mulder. I hear ever word
through the TV screen.
"Fox, hi, It's me. Diana."
"Diana?"
"Yes Fox. Diana."
"I don't want Diana. I want Dana."
"No, no Fox. You mean Diana."
"No I don't I want Dana. Go away."
"Fox, it's me..."
I flinch as Mulder jumps up and grabs Diana by the shoulders and pushes
her up against the wall.
"Get out. I don't want you." He makes a small noise, which to the voice
of experience, sounds like a sob. His voice raises to a yell. "I want Dana.
I want my Scully ." I fell a strange sense of pride at this remark, until he
moves toward Diana again and started so hit the wall next to her head.
"I want my Scully."
I excuse myself to the protesting doctor and head toward the door of
Mulder's room. I try to get into the room, but that Fowley woman blocks
the doorway, so I pull her out of the way instead. Unfortunately that
means we are both out in the hallway, together, and I have to
acknowledge her presence in some way. I can't think of any tactful way
to do this, because I am more than a little distracted by the agonised
screaming of my name coming from the monitors in the doctors office.
"Agent Fowley." I say curtly, as I move forward toward the door. She
blocks my path once again.
"Agent Scully. I can assure you he wants to see you less that he wanted
to see me. I would leave if I were you."
"No if I were you, I'd leave, because this agent is armed and extremely
pissed off. So if you do not want to have enough holes blown through your
ugly lopsided head for it to be used as a ventilation grate, you should just
fuck off now, and not come back."
"I pity you, Agent Scully. You really believe that one day he'll turn
around and see you as a woman instead of his pathetic little narrow
minded partner. It's never going to happen, Dana, because I'm here now.
And he wants me."
"That is so not true. You just can't let go of the past. He may have
wanted you once, but not anymore." I turned around and
headed again towards the door to Mulder's room.
"That's not how it seemed last night."
The comment made me stop in my tracks. I turned round slowly to face her.
"Didn't expect that one did you Scully." she sneered. "And you'd better
get used to it, because I'm here to stay. You're never gonna get your
little sympathy fuck Dana, you can wait as long as you like, but as long
as I'm around, he's never going to look any further than me for that."
Oh she'd done it now. My fists clenched at my sides, my jaw set and my
eyes darkened as I felt the anger welling up inside me, but she carried on,
oblivious to the effect her words were having on me.
"So you'd better just on home Dana, and delve into your little fantasy
world, where the impossible is possible, and Mulder wants you, not me.
But let me tell you Dana, because you're never going to have the
opportunity to find out for yourself, it's better than you could ever
imagine. He's better than you could ever imagine. But that's all you're
ever going to be able to do. Imagine."
"Agent Fowley?" it was Skinner from the doorway of the doctor's office,
but I hardly noticed he was there. I was focused on the woman in front
of me, her twisted, and evil words slicing deep into me.
"You bitch." I said quietly as she stood there, grinning smugly at me. I
couldn't bring myself to look at that face any longer so I took a step
back, and launched myself at her. And Agent Scully is not one for bitch
slapping, let me tell you. The first shot shattered her nose, the second
produced a large crack from her jaw. Skinner ran up behind me and
grabbed my arms, so I kicked her in the knee. She buckled and fell to the
floor. Skinner let go of me and tuned me around.
"Scully what the hell do you think you're doing?"
I ignore him and shift past him, accidentally throwing him against a wall in
the process. Talk about adrenalin, he must have weighed at least two hundred
pounds. I go through the door and lock it behind me.
I encounter Mulder much as I left him on the monitor screen, destroying
things left right and centre. I walk towards him cautiously. I am not
afraid of him. I trust in him completely, even in his current delusional
state, not to hurt me. I feel the eyes of that Fowley woman on me
through the video camera in the corner, but I remain unperturbed. I
approach Mulder and gently touch his arm, his are whose fist is aimed
unconsciously at my head.
"Mulder, it's me, Scully."
"Scully? It's you, I'm so glad."
"It's ok Mulder, I'm here now"
Mulder walks towards me, but no matter what the doctor said, I am not
afraid of him. He catches me in a tight embrace and whispers in my ear.
"Scully, that woman, has she gone? She was mean to me Scully. I
thought she was good, but she was mean really. Scully I'm sorry. Is she
gone Scully?"
"Yes Mulder, calm down she's gone. What did she do to you?"
"She made me think, she made me believe I loved her, not you. And I
believed her Scully. Until she started to call you a naive bitch who just
got in the the way of me and her, and I told her that wasn't true, that you
knew more than her. Then she was mean and tied me down and made me
get naked with her. Oh Scully I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." he was crying
now, and I couldn't help the feelings of anger welling up against that
Fowley woman.
"It's ok Mulder, I forgive you. Look at me Mulder, I forgive you ." again
he catches me in a tight embrace.
"I love you Scully." I knew he did, but I was still shocked and pleasantly
surprised when he actually said the words. I looked him dead in his eyes.
His eyes that were full of tears, because of her.
"I love you too Mulder." And he leaned toward me, like he did in the
hallway a year ago, but this time we got to finish what we started o long
ago. And we kissed. In front of the doctors and that Fowley woman and
Skinner watching on the TV screens. And it was like magic, and I knew
that that was how it was going to be.
Even if that Fowley woman was still alive.




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The 'truth' is only the expedient in the way of our thinking, just as the
'right' is only the expedient in the way of our behaving.
     - William James


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