From: Sara Bowen <sabo727@tampabay.rr.com>
Date: 27 Jan 2007 13:30:57 -0800
Subject: [all-xf] Dreamscapes
Source: atxc

Title: Dreamscapes 

Author: Sara B.

E-mail: sabo727@tampabay.rr.com

URL: http://sabo727.tripod.com/

Rating: Good for all

Category: Angst, Character death (twice)

Spoilers: Sleepless, Amor Fati: The Sixth Extinction

Summary:  Dreams and Nightmares do come true.  Who and how Diana Fowley was
killed.

Feedback:  Pretty please!

Archive: I would be honored, just let me know.

Disclaimer:  The recognized characters are used Without Prejudice and are
the property of C. Carter, Fox and the wonderful actors who breathed life
into written words, most notably G. Anderson and D. Duchovny who were able
to make us believe in the improbable.  No Infringements of these copyrights
are intended, and are used here without permission.  The story and before
unknown characters belongs to me.

Gratitude: To Kim Knight, you are the best, thank you.  To my Dennis, enough
said.  To CC and Company, who created the X-Files.  Lastly, but my no means
least, to the readers, you make this hobby of mine have meaning. 

 

Dreamscapes 

Sara B. 01/07

 

Dana Scully felt herself being roughly tossed onto a hard chair.  Her hands
and feet were bound and her head was covered with a cloth bag of some sort
and a gag was in her mouth.  

She'd been asleep in her own bed when the attackers overtook her.  She'd
listened carefully and made mental notes during the transportation.  There
were at least two and most probably three assailants.  Once they had her
subdued, one of them slung her over his shoulder and they took her down the
stairway and into a waiting van.  She'd tried to remain alert and by the
time they arrived at the destination she knew they'd crossed two bridges,
passed four churches, crossed some rail tracks and drove by a small
airfield.

Someone pulled the gag from her mouth and forced a water bottle to her. It
made her sick at how grateful she was the small consideration.  When she
finished drinking, the gag was reinserted.

Scully smelled damp earth and felt a dirt floor beneath her unshod feet.
She could hear people walking around but no one said anything.  A few times
she heard a woman giggle and she detected a perfumed scent that was familiar
to her.

A door opened and a few moments later she heard someone else tossed on a
chair very near her left side.  Some long moments passed when she smelled
someone standing next to her and suddenly the bag was removed from her head.

The abrupt brightness of the room caused her eyes to water and she had to
squint until they adjusted.  She turned to see who'd been brought in next to
her and saw Mulder was sitting in the seat next to her and on his other side
was Diana Fowley.  Mulder's head moved side to side to see both women but
when he stopped he was facing Fowley, and Scully, once again, felt abandoned
by the man she called partner.  Scully realized she hadn't heard them bring
Diana Fowley in but then maybe Fowley had been the first to arrive.  But
then she looked at the other occupants of the room and saw no other women
besides Fowley and herself.  Still, that didn't mean the woman she smelled
and heard earlier hadn't left without her hearing the door or she may have
left when they brought Mulder in.  It might not have been Fowley but the
knot in her stomach led her to believe it was.

Scully took a moment to examine her fellow prisoners.  While she was wearing
her pale blue pajamas and she was barefoot, Mulder was wearing jeans,
tee-shirt and boots and Fowley had on a long black negligee with only lace
covering her breasts.  No wonder Mulder kept looking at her.  Scully
mentally pictured him offering her a dollar to go away like Bill used to do
when he was trying to make time with Delia Winters when they were stationed
in Italy.  

Suddenly, Mulder seemed to realize Scully was there and turned toward her
but she turned her face toward the front.  She could see out of the side
that his eyes begged for forgiveness.  Scully huffed, or the best she could
do considering the circumstances.  Surely Mulder realized that her disdain
was the least of their problems at that moment.  

The door opened and, led by a cloud of smoke, CGB Spender walked in,
followed by Alex Krycek and a bald man who looked like a Neo Nazi.  Scully
took note of the man's tattoos and ventured that many were from prison
'artists'.

"Agents," Spender addressed the trio, "this is not the lucky day for one of
you."  He stubbed out one cigarette and lit another.  "Agent Mulder, you get
to choose; Agent Scully or Agent Fowley."

Scully got agitated and fought against her bindings.  Spender motioned to
the man standing next to her and her gag was removed.  "You seem to want to
say something, Agent Scully."

"He does not get to chose, I do.  Let them go and keep me," Scully said
defiantly.  Mulder started to thrash but Spender ignored him.

"This is unexpected, please explain."

"I'll tell but it isn't for you I'm doing it; this is for Mulder."  Mulder's
eyes were riveted on her profile because she refused to look at him.  "I've
lost dearly for my work on the X-Files, for my work with Agent Mulder.  I
have little left to give except my life.  What has not been taken from me by
you, Spender, was thrown away by Agent Mulder.  Recently I've discovered
from his actions that he does not respect me or trust me.  He chooses to
believe lies over truths because of his own personal interests.   My respect
and feelings for him have been destroyed by his own actions and that," her
voice gave way and she choked slightly.  Scully cleared her throat and
finished, "That is a loss I do not want to live with."  She tossed her head
back defiantly, "I do ask that my family is given my body so they will not
forever wonder what happened to me."

Spender's eyes softened as he listened to her and everyone in the room felt
an admiration for the diminutive woman.  Spender moved toward her and ran a
finger down her cheek.  "If only you were my ally and not my enemy.  You are
so far superior to the woman who claims allegiance to me.  Right, Diana?"

Mulder twisted to see Diana's face at Spender's accusation.  He saw her look
of arrogance change to horror and Mulder finally knew that Scully had been
right about her all along.

Spender walked back to his chair and his head hung slightly.  One would
almost think he regretted his next words, "take her but be careful with
her."  Two goons grabbed Scully and one moved to throw her over his
shoulder.

"No!  If you remove my leg bindings I will walk.  I give my word I will not
cause any problems."

"Release the bindings and remove Agent Mulder's gag.  Do you have anything
you would like to say to her, Fox?"

"There is nothing I'd want to hear from him," Scully said coldly.

"Scully," Mulder called to her but she didn't pay him heed. "Scully, this,
we can't end like this."

This time she turned.  "This is not the end.  We ended when you followed the
lies of a cheap whore and didn't believe me or in me.  Mulder, this is just
the end of my body, you killed my soul in a dirty warehouse in front of
three friends when you refused to see the facts.  Goodbye, Fox Mulder, may
you live in the hell you've created for a long painful time."  She turned
back to Spender, "I'm ready."

"So be it."  Spender motioned for the guards to lead her out.  He did not
hide his admiration and respect.

"SCULLEEEEE!" Mulder screamed until he was gagged again.

"What a fool you've been, Agent Mulder.  Agent Scully gave you all the facts
but you ignored her and placed your belief in the viper."  He took a long
drag on his cigarette before continuing.  "Do you want to know when Diana
became one of us?  No?  I'm going to tell you any way.  She came to us, not
the other way around.  She came and told us about you and how she could
seduce you into submission and get you to abandon your quest.  Do you know
why she betrayed you?  Money, pure greed.  Our Diana here is a wealthy woman
and she has you to thank."

Mulder looked over to Diana and he could see by the look in her eyes it was
true.  A young uniformed guard came into the room and spoke quietly to
Spender.  "Good, good, they're all set up and ready for us.  Mulder and
Diana's chairs were turned and they faced a curtained wall.  "Open it!"
Spender shouted.

The curtain parted and revealed Scully affixed to a cross.  Her back was to
them and her pajama top was ripped up the back.  A man with a hood over his
head approached holding a cat-o-nine-tails in his hand.  He was twirling it
around then branded her flesh with it.  He repeated until her back was
crossed with numerous bloodied lines.  

A door opened and five men walked in with rifles.  They lined up and took
aim.  Spender motioned for the curtain to be closed.  "Bravery such as hers
deserves to be respected.  You, Fox, do not deserve to witness this."

Someone began to yell commands, "ready, aim, fire."  The room reverberated
with rifle fire.  Mulder slowly opened his eyes.  He was facing Diana, her
head hung in an unnatural position and he saw red dripping down her bosom.  

He looked to Spender and saw the curtain was open and Scully was being led
out of the room.  She was beaten but still alive.

"I said it was an unlucky day for 'one' of you, did I not, Fox?"

~

Diana Fowley jolted up from her bed gasping.  Her body was covered in sweat
and her breathing was labored.  She threw her head back and released nervous
laughter.  'A dream,' she thought, 'a damned nightmare.'  She tossed the
covers back and rose.  

Diana poured herself a glass of water and returned to her bedroom.  As she
crossed the threshold, the smell hit her first then she saw the light from a
lit cigarette.  An all too familiar figure moved into the pale moonlight
filtering through the window.  

"Hello, Diana," his smoke ravaged voice was filled with an eerie glee that
made her blood run cold.

"Sir, I swear, I did not help Scully to find Fox."

"Oh, I know that, Diana, do not trouble yourself on that matter.  I arranged
for the keycard to be delivered to Agent Scully.  Now, Diana, you look a
little cold, why don't you get back into bed and cover up.  We wouldn't want
you catching a chill."

Diana moved to the bed and covered herself.  "You looked quite startled when
you woke, a bad dream perhaps?"

"It was a nightmare, sir," she began to relax and she leaned back into the
pillows.

"I figured, you seemed so relieved when you finally woke.  It must have been
bad one."

She only nodded and he continued, "yes, to see yourself shot in cold blood
must have been a shock to your system."

"It really." she looked at him in horror.  She hadn't told him her dream,
yet he knew.

"Did you really think it was only Fox Mulder's dreams that I could
manipulate?"  The man's grin showed his evilness.  "Foolish of you."

Suddenly Diana Fowley's mind filled with graphic scenes of horror.  She
tried to scream but her throat had closed up and no sounds came out.  She
tore at her neck and left gouges in her skin.  She was terrified and nothing
she did gave her any relief.  The pain she saw in her mind manifested on her
body.  Stab wounds, gun shots, strangulation and more she felt as it they
were being inflicted on her.

Somewhere she heard his voice say, "goodbye, Diana, pleasant dreams."  His
malevolent laughter filled the air; it was the last thing she ever heard.

~

The next morning an anonymous call was placed to the DC 911 center to report
a dead body in the Watergate apartment of Special Agent Diana Fowley of the
FBI.  Later a trace of the call revealed it was placed from a prepaid cell
phone and untraceable.

~

Dana Scully waited for Mulder to open his door.  He stood there with his tie
hanging, his shirt half buttoned and a Yankees baseball cap to cover his
bandaged head.  She wanted to flee but she couldn't, she had to tell him
about Diana Fowley.

 

End