From: "Nancy V" DISCLAIMER: No one mentioned in this piece is mine ... I'm putting words in their mouths, thoughts in their heads, and guns in their hands at my own risk. Fox, CC, and 1013 own 'em. RATING: PG, for nasty language CLASSIFICATION: VA SUMMARY: The teaser for "Gethsemane" teased me, and here's what came out. SPOILERS: GETHSEMANE AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm starting to detest the teasers, because the real episode rarely resembles them. But then, they wouldn't be teasers if they gave it all away. Just a short bit I wrote up based on a possible theme of "Gethsemane". (Post-episode note: yikes. Maybe this was too close for comfort.)(But really, how many options did they have for the season-ender?) Let me know -- you like, you don't like, it left you cold. Betrayed (1/1) by Nancy V (ourhouse@toad.net) 5/15/97 ------------------------------------ It wasn't dark enough in here. He could still see the glint of his weapon as he turned it in his hand. If he tried, he could make out individual hairs on his arm. He couldn't make it darker. Unless he used the gun. He held it to his temple, again, felt the cool reassuring circle press against his skin. Imagined what would happen if he pulled the trigger. Would he feel pain? Or would he just explode into nothingness? Any pain couldn't be worse than what already robed him. He hadn't moved for hours, not since Scully had stopped by. She never stopped by, and certainly never late at night; he was the one always coming to her at this hour. It must not be good news, he thought as he opened the door to her. If he had known the irony of this thought, who knows what he might have done? As it was, he couldn't move as she stood before him, told him dispassionately where she had just been, whom she had spoken to, what she had said. The rotten spy, he thought without much venom, and remembered his flashback some weeks ago to his childhood, to the Cigarette Smoking Man (more appropriate to call him the Cancer Man, after what he'd done to Scully, but he wasn't interested in standing up for Scully anymore) taking a drag off his Morley and telling Mulder he was a little spy. His anger had subsided quickly, right after she'd left, as a matter of fact. She'd told him everything and then stood there, as if he were going to take her in his arms and tell her it was all right, they still had each other. Only it wasn't. And they didn't. So he'd done the only thing his addled brain could think to do. He'd blown up at her, told her she no longer existed to him, was not a part of his life, and in fact the last four years were worth nothing to him, now that he knew she'd been betraying him all along. You were the only one, he'd screamed, and you betrayed me. Get out, GET OUT, get out . . . He'd stumbled into the living room to find his weapon, thinking only that it might bring him some feeling of security against the traitor standing in his kitchen. When he'd returned, she was gone, the door closed behind her. Then the anger had flown out of him, and the pain had set in. How could she, he thought over and over again. How could she do this to me. Didn't I tell her on our very first case? The truth. That's all I wanted. And I thought she agreed to help me find it. It hurt too much to cry, too much to think except thoughts that had already run through his head. Things she'd said to him ... I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone but you ... I had the strength of your beliefs.... Mulder, I have cancer ... everything she wrote to me in her journal... And finding her with vanBlundht ... had Scully been in love with him? Or had that been part of the charade as well? Her abduction ... a ruse. Her cancer ... an attempt to push him over the edge? Her near-devotion to him in all things, following him to the ends of the earth, sticking up for him when he bent the rules...all designed to gain his trust and make him forget one of the first things he said to her.... I was under the impression that you'd been sent to spy on me. How stupid could he be? How blind? He'd actually started to trust her, to believe that even if she'd originally been sent to watch over him, she'd since come over to his side. Scully had too much integrity to sell her soul to that black-lunged son-of-a-bitch. Or so he'd thought. ------------------------ END always interested in what people think when they reach the end...ourhouse@toad.net