From: PsYKoGiRL7@aol.com
Date: Tue, 10 Aug 1999 18:54:54 EDT
Subject: The Alliance
Source: direct

    E-mail:  THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER!!! Pleeeeeeeesse e-mail me at: 
psykogirl7@aol.com  Go ahead and flame me! I'm a pyromaniac!

    Rating:  PG

    Category:  V A

    Spoilers:  "Two Fathers"  "The End" "The Beginning" "Redux" and "Redux 
II" 

    Keywords:  Scully/Other Friendship

    Summary:  Read it and see!!

    Author's Note:  This story has interchangable narrators.  These changes 
are seperated by these  symbols ~ ~ ~ Okay?

*****************
The Alliance
by Emily Pinkerton
*****************  
    Okay, I admit it.  I often find myself wondering what Mulder's life would 
be like if he had just stayed with *her* all along.  All the times he's said 
just the right things when I need to hear them the most, I can't help but 
wonder if he is repeating himself.  It's obvious he respects her.  But, does 
he love her?  It's hard to tell.  I saw them talking behind my back.  I note 
how eager he is to run off with her and chase aliens with her rather than 
actually doing his job with me, the skeptic ice princess, who just happens to 
make him "a whole person."  So what does that make *her*?  A one night stand? 
 God, how I wish it could be that meaningless.  She had what he wanted,  
access to the X-files.  Who said whores aren't clever?  He took the bait, 
didn't he?  She has no idea what that trick did to me.  She doesn't know the 
sacrifices I have made.  Melissa, Pendrell, my only child Emily, Queequeg, 
Cancer, Implants...  the list is lengthy.  Some people say they would give 
everything for the love of their life.  I have.  And to no avail.  She gets 
to call him by his first name.  How can I compete with that?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    A tear rolls down my cheek as I read the letter she wrote to herself.  It 
serves me right for reading her mail.  I merely came in to get a file, and it 
was on her desk.  Yes, *her* desk.  It's official.  Dana Scully has won the 
battle for Mulder's love, and I am nothing more than the bitch of the day.  
But there are so many holes in her biography of me.  She doesn't know that I 
have been through all that she has.  That I could understand everything she 
is feeling.  I lost everything.  But, the things that were done to me were 
brought upon myself.  She feels she is the cause for her own problems, but I 
know better.
    When I met Fox Mulder, I had everything to lose.  And, like a drunkard in 
Vegas, I quickly lost it all.  I left shortly after I discovered I was 
inflicted with a fatal illness, so if I died, Fox wouldn't grieve for me.  
Not that he would have, after our harsh ending, but I wanted to feel like a 
good, selfless person.  So while I was in Germany, I found help where I 
could.  Now I'm sure I have cancer as well.  But, this is probably from all 
the second-hand smoke.  I did everything in order to survive.  I became a 
traitor, a liar, a heartless bitch.  But I lived.  I should have been more 
careful with what I wished for.  I could have died young, and at least no one 
would have spat on my grave.  All I have now is my overwhelming sense of 
pride.  And why did I give this all up, I find myself wondering.  Fox's porn 
collection gets more attention that I ever have.  Scully has it all.  She 
gained his unconditional trust, and with it, his love.  The egocentric 
narcissist, would sacrifice HIMSELF for Dana Scully.  Yet, she is oblivious 
to this fact.  Blinded by her love for him.

She has to be made aware.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

    I read the mysterious letter adressed to me.  It is lengthy and 
confusing.  It tells me what I have wanted to believe in for so many years.  
And it contains the proof I so desprately need to belive the truth in its 
thesis.  But this letter gives me so much more.  It gives me hope.  I know 
now that these horrible events which have forever changed my life have not 
only happened to myself.  This letter gives me a friend.  A friend in the 
woman I thought to be my worst enemy.  A woman I never really knew.

It's time this ended.

    And so it is that as I pass Diana Fowley in the corridor, I thank her.  
Only then do I see a solitary tear fall from her anguish-filled eyes.  She 
has few admirable qualities, but for the first time I understand why.
    "Gibson Praise is a smart boy."  She tells me.  "I know now who Mulder 
was thinking of."
    I smile.  It is meant to convey that I enjoy her compliment, but I feel 
as if it is saying her misery is my glee.  A day ago it would have been.  But 
she smiles back.  Happy, I suppose to know that "The Ice Queen" is beginning 
to thaw out.

**~FIN~**


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