From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 31 Oct 2002 06:28:09 -0000
Subject: NEW: Alpha Female     PG-13    by philiater by philiater
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Title:      Alpha Female
Author      Philiater
Category    I have no idea.
            Scully and Detective White; *very* nasty 
            humor. Not slash,Vignette,      
                   Post ep.                 
Rating:      PG to R for bad behavior and language
Timeline:    Takes place immediately after Syzygy
Disclaimer:  These characters do not belong to me.  
They belong to CC and company.

Summary: Scully and Detective White have a girl fight. 
A very nasty girl fight. 
This has been rolling around in my head for a while.  I 
haven't done a pissed-off Scully in a long time. Piper at 
IWTB got me thinking about the possibilities.
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"Hands off bitch, he's mine."

 I faced Detective White across a table strewn with the debris of our
'misunderstanding'. I couldn't believe she just said that to ME.

She must be drunk, otherwise she wouldn't dare rival the alpha female;
again ME.

I did research in college using female mice.  There was always an
alpha female who got the food first and she pulled hair out of the
other females to mark them. It created a narrow notch over the
shoulder and immediately distinguished them as subordinate.

Detective White was well on her way to getting marked. A large fistful
of that ratty hair would do nicely.

She'd had at least four tequila shots, trying to drink me under the
table. She had no idea who she was up against.

She asked me to come here, and frankly I never should have agreed.  
She'd been pestering me to have a ladies night out before we left. I
found her fake smile and even faker breasts irritating.  Polite
refusals were met with pat phrases such as: "Oh come on Dana. Let your
hair down. You know you want to."

Well someone's hair was coming down. And out.

When we first got here she'd kept bringing up Mulder's name. She was
hinting around without actually coming out and asking if we were
sleeping together.  I asked her how this could possibly be the
business of a small detective from an even smaller and inconsequential
town.  That's when things got a little hairy.

Now she was trying to act like some fucking ninja assassin.

She advanced on me in an aggressive posture; hands out, torso slightly
bent over, knees bent in anticipation of rolling or dodging.  She made
such a pathetic sight I almost laughed.  But she's academy trained,
and capable of inflicting pain if I'm not careful.

I tried the cold bitch routine.  "Detective White I suggest you get
control of yourself before something happens that you will regret."

"The only thing I'm going to regret is not being able to kick your ass
in front of him."

"That's what this is about?  Jealousy?  You are pathetic."

"You think you're the only one he sees? Ha.  Ask him where he was last
night.  You called him and he didn't answer did he?  He told you we
were following up a lead right? Maybe he was too *busy* to answer the
phone Scully."

She says this last part as if it's some priceless nugget of
information she let slip. She actually wants me to believe he was too
occupied with *her* to answer my phone call.  There's only one thing
that can be said in response to that.

"Mulder doesn't eat tuna Detective White."

She launched herself across the table at me with a snarl.  I moved
sideways at the last second, causing her to hit the floor in a rather
graceless fashion. She rallied quickly though, and attempted to grab
me again.

I'd been avoiding making this a knock-down-drag-out fight, but she
wasn't leaving me much choice. When she staggered over to take a swing
at me, I punched her in the gut.  She let out a startled "oomph' and
crumpled to her knees.

At that point I could have let it be and walked away, but this bitch
needed to be taught a lesson.

While she was distracted and breathing heavily, I pulled her head up
by the hair and gave her an uppercut that sent her flat on her back
and out cold. When I looked down, there was a wad of blond hair with
black roots in my hand. I threw it on the ground like it was an evil
charm from the case on voodoo curses.

Suddenly the bar burst into applause, and I curtsied daintily.

I bumped into Mulder outside.

"Scully I was going to meet you and Detective White for a drink before
we left."

"Detective White is having her roots done Mulder.  Let's go."

He looked back at the bar with some hesitation.

"I said *now* Mulder.  And I'm driving."

"You're really sexy when you get bossy Scully."

"Well, then I'm pretty fucking sexy now Mulder.  Get in the car. Now."

And for the first time in recent memory, he listened to me

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