The Diana Thing  (1 of 2 )
by TBishop27@aol.com

Rated: R

Category: Mulder and Scully Angst, S/O, MSR

Summary:  Scully's finally had enough of the Diana thing.

Disclaimer: This Mulder and Scully are mine, Chris doesn't let his play like 
this.  Diana, she's entirely the fault of CC and I won't be held responsible 
for her.

Feedback: Will only encourage me.  As always, flames will be forwarded to 
that dark part of my writer's imagination that roams the night in search of 
victims.

Author's Note: This is just something I had to get out of my system because I 
was really upset at Mulder over a rumor I heard about seventh season.  Does 
that make this a pre-ep fic? Possibly, if rumors prove true.  Anyway, I feel 
better now.  I hope you will too after you read it.

*** Thanks to David, Shoshana and Shell for the beta.  You make me better 
than I am.  And thanks to Grasshopper for keeping up the archive.  You're a 
Webmistress extraordinaire!
 


THE DIANA THING


Diana Fowley.  Diana Fowley.  Diana Fowley.  I'm so sick and God damn tired 
of Diana Fowley! I'll
never understand what he sees in her.  And I'm tired of his games.  When 
Diana's not around he pretends like he's interested in me.  Even had the 
nerve to say he loves me once!  `One in five billion,' my ass!  The minute 
that Diana bitch show's her wrinkled up, old, lying face, he's right back in 
her arms again.  In her bed too, for all I know.  Well, I've had it.  Really 
had it this time!  I'm not waiting around for him any more.  I'm still young 
enough and attractive enough to find someone to pay me a little attention.  
He can have his Diana Fowley.  I hope they're very happy together. Right up 
until the time she stabs him in the back that is. 

I've been brushing men off for too damn long,
waiting for Mulder to finally come around.  Now it's time for me to live a 
little.  There's this guy who works in the VCU that's been interested for a 
while.  Agent Wright, Vince Wright... I only hope he's Mister Right.  I've 
had my share of Mister Wrongs.  

I'm going up there now, before I change my mind, and invite Agent Wright over 
for dinner tonight.  No sense putting things off.  The sooner I wash Mulder 
out of my hair the better.  Besides, Diana's graced us with her presence 
again so Mulder will be too preoccupied to notice I even have date.  Maybe 
I'll be happily married before he notices.  So much the better.  

I'm doing it!  I am.  It's time to move on.  I'm tired of being treated like 
this.  I'm tired of being Mulder's rebound girl.  So why the fuck am I still 
sitting here?

Because I love him.  Because I want him.  Because he means everything to me. 
Grow up, Dana. He doesn't want you.

Oh shit!  Mulder's back from lunch.  How long's he going to stand there by 
the... oh.  Diana's with him.  Of course.  I should have known.  God, I 
despise that woman's laugh.  Well, isn't that sweet, they're just deliriously 
happy together.  Fuck this!  I'm out of here!  I'm not going to sit around 
and listen to them laughing it up right outside the door.  I've got a date to 
make!

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Scully's sure as hell been in a mood all week.  Yesterday she nearly knocked 
Diana off her feet when she bolted out of our office and stormed away in a 
huff.  I didn't even get a chance to ask her what was wrong because she only 
came back long enough to gather up her things and announce that she was going 
to finish her report at home.  Now it's nearly nine and she hasn't shown up 
for work yet.  Maybe she's not feeling well.  Maybe I should give her a call.

Come on Scully, pick up.

"Hello."

Shit I must have dialed the wrong number.  "Ah... Sorry, man, I think I have 
the wrong number."

"Um, I'm sorry, are you trying to reach Dana?"

What the hell?  Who's this clown answering Scully's phone?  "Yeah.  Dana 
Scully.  Is she there?"

"Hello?"

"Scully?"  Jeez, she sounds half asleep.

"Shit!  Mulder, what time is it?"

"Almost nine."  

"Oh, God.  Mulder, I'm sorry.  I over slept.  I guess I forgot to set the 
alarm."  

"Who the hell answered the phone just now?"

"Ahh... I can't talk now, Mulder.  I've got to get moving.  See you in a bit."

"Scully?  Scully?"  Shit, she hung up. 

Well, this is interesting.  I guess there's really no way to assume anything 
other than the obvious.  Scully had company last night.  Damn.  No wonder she 
took off out of here so fast yesterday.  She had a date.

Scully had a date.

An actual date with a guy.

A guy who she let sleep over.

Sleep over, shit.  It wasn't a damn slumber party.  Face it, Mulder, she 
fucked the guy!  Scully's involved with someone.  When the hell did this 
happen?  Where was I?  Who is he?

I guess I shouldn't be so surprised.  It was bound to happen sooner or later. 
 She's a beautiful woman.  I've seen the way men look at her.  She usually 
brushes them off though.  I was starting to think she might actually be 
interested in me.  I was hoping anyway.  I kept trying to get closer to her 
little by little.  Didn't want to push things, in case I was wrong.  
Apparently I was wrong.

"Knock, knock, anybody home?"

"Oh, hi, Diana."  Last person I want to see right now.

"You don't sound very happy to see me, Fox."

"Sorry.  I'm a little preoccupied.  Is there something you wanted?"  Just 
tell me and go, please.  Leave me to my misery.

"Just to say hi."

God, I'm not in the mood for her right now.  "Hi."  Now go away.

"Say, where's your partner this morning?"

"She's running a little late."  Please go.

"Hmm.  That's interesting."

"What's so interesting about that?"

"Well, Fox, I'd be the last one to gossip.  But I was getting coffee this 
morning and overheard Agent Scully's name mentioned, so I listened in to see 
what was being said."

"Of course. And?"

"It seems Agent Scully made a date yesterday with Agent Wright."

"VCU Agent Wright?"  That prick who's always got his eyes all over Scully?

"Yes.  He's late to work this morning also.  You don't suppose..."

"I wouldn't make such a supposition about my partner, Diana.  For one, 
because I respect her too much to gossip, and two, it's none of my damn 
business!"  And three, I know the truth and it hurts too much to say.

"You seem angry, Fox."

"I'm not angry.  I just have work to do.  If you don't mind..."  And even if 
you do.  Go away, Diana.

"Well, I can take a hint."

"Bye, Diana."

"Good bye, Fox.  Nice chatting with you."

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Well, I did it.  I'm not proud of myself, but I started on my recovery 
program.  Twelve steps to get over Fox Mulder.  Vince was nice, I suppose.  
Of course, I drank enough wine to make CGB seem attractive.  Shit, I can't 
believe I did it with him.  I hope I didn't do anything too embarrassing, I 
really can't remember all that much.  It was actually a good thing we were 
late for work this morning.  I didn't have to spend a lot of time talking to 
him.  I'll have time to think of something to say now.  Decide if I want to 
see him again.

Do I want to see him again?  Not really.  What I do remember of the evening 
was pretty miserable.  At least inside my head.  All I could think about was 
Mulder.  Mulder wouldn't say that.  Mulder wouldn't sit there.  Mulder knows 
I hate daisies.  Mulder wouldn't laugh at his own stupid jokes. Mulder 
wouldn't keep trying to impress me by talking about himself all night.  
Mulder wouldn't keep filling my wine glass when I wasn't looking. Mulder 
wouldn't take advantage of me in the state I was in.  Oh, hell, Mulder 
wouldn't take advantage of me at all... even if I wanted him to... 
desperately... for the past six years!

Stop it, Dana.  Remember the plan.  It's time to move on.  Mulder is 
obviously interested in Diana Fowley.  Accept it and move on.  It'll be 
difficult at first.  But you don't have any choice.  He's not in love with 
you.  You have to forget all those things he told you the last time you tried 
to leave him.  He didn't really mean them.  You know that.  He was just 
desperately trying to keep you from going away.  He would have said anything. 
 He needs you professionally.  You validate his work.  You keep the X-Files 
respectable with your science and your skepticism.  That's why he wants you 
to stay.  Don't kid yourself into believing he's really in love with you.  
He's in love with Diana.  It's plain to see.  Denying it won't make it any 
less true.

Well, time to face the music.  Mulder's bound to give me shit about Vince 
answering the phone.  I think I'll disarm him by being completely honest and 
blunt.  That'll shock the hell out of him.  Take a deep breath, Dana, and 
open the door.


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She's here.  Well, it took her damn long enough.  I suppose they decided to 
have a quickie first.  Maybe took a shower together.  That's a lovely image 
you just brought to mind, stupid.  No.  Don't think about them together. 
It'll only make you crazy. 

God, I can't stand the thought of him touching her.  For years I've wanted to 
touch her, touch her in places and ways that would make her smile, make her 
moan with pleasure, make her forget other men existed.  How dare that son of 
a bitch think he can just move in and take her away from me?  How could she 
let him? 

She looks beautiful today.  Something's different though.  She won't look at 
me.  Feeling guilty, Scully?  Good!  I hope you feel guilty as hell.  I hope 
you're as miserable as you've made me.  

"Morning.  Or should I say afternoon?"

"It's still morning, Mulder.  Sorry, I'm late."

So that's it?  She's just going to start working like nothing happened.  Like 
hell!  

"So, who was that who answered the phone at your place?"  Go ahead, Scully, 
squirm.

"That was Vince Wright from the VCU.  I had a date with him last night."

Fuck.  She's not even going to make me drag it out of her.  

"I see."  Do you see that I'm dying here, Scully?  Do you see that my heart 
is broken into about a million tiny pieces?  Do you see that I'm so jealous I 
could go upstairs right now and beat that bastard Wright to within an inch of 
his life?  "You been dating him long?"

"Actually, it was our first date."

"Christ, and you fucked him!"

"Mulder!"

"Sorry, Scully.  I'm just a little surprised that's all.  I didn't think you 
were like that."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know."  If looks could kill I'd be a dead man right now.  

"And what business is it of yours, anyway?"

"Well... You are my partner.  Your reputation reflects upon both of us."  
Remember, Mulder, the woman is armed.

"My reputation?"

"People talk."  And she's shot you before.

"I think I can be discrete."

"You think so?  Half the damn Bureau knows you went out with him last night.  
And what a strange coincidence that you're both late to work this morning. 
Come on, Scully, we're all FBI agents.  We know how to put two and two 
together."  Let her shoot me, I don't care anymore. 

"So you knew all along?  Is that why you called my place this morning?"

"I didn't know a thing until Diana..."  Oops. 

"Oh, it figures!  It figures that bitch would be spreading the word.  I bet 
she couldn't wait to inform you."

"Don't turn this into an argument about Diana."  

"Oh, heavens no!  Please forgive me, I wouldn't want to say anything 
disparaging about little Miss Perfect!  Not that you'd believe a word of it 
anyway.  If you'll excuse me, Mulder, I seem to have come down with a sudden 
headache.  I'm going to take a sick day and go home."

Shit, Scully, do you think you could slam that door a little harder?  Skinner 
probably heard it all the way up in his office.

That went well.  I wonder if I should warn Diana.  Nahh, she deserves what 
she gets.  She did come down here just to spread the news.  Besides, Scully 
wouldn't make a scene here at work.  She's just going to go home and cool off 
a few hundred degrees.  I wish I could.  Unfortunately, one of us has to 
actually do some work today..

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End of part 1 of 2



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