From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Mercury=20Numberone?= Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 07:54:18 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Dumb Luck II Source: direct Title: Dumb Luck II Author: Mercury Category: MSR Rating: PG-13 Summary: Scully's side of the story. Sequel to Dumb Luck Feedback: Good bad or ugly, all welcome at mercury_2000_1999@yahoo.com Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I wish I did, but I don't. Can't have everything I guess Dumb Luck II I can hear Mulder's heartbeat. It's a soothing sound. We're lying in my bed, naked as the day we were born, my head on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my back. Warm and cozy. All Friday nights should be like this. He thinks I'm asleep. I know he's awake. No doubt thinking about what happened in the office this afternoon. To Mulder everything happens for a reason. In his mind there is no such thing as luck. I know differently though. There is luck. good luck, bad luck and the best kind, the kind you make yourself. It all began in my doctor's office. When he handed me the x-ray, shook his head and said so sorry Ms. Scully, but you have another brain tumour. The shock I felt must have shown on my face because he hastened to assure me that it wasn't all bad news. Apparently this tumour is different. I could live for a number of years before it begins to kill me. And best of all, because of the differing location, this tumour can be removed. All that was on Monday. In the days that followed I noticed something strange. Whenever I spoke to someone and made a sugggestion, it was treated as a command and obeyed without question. At first I thought I was imagining it. So I decided to test my theory. At my request Assisstant Director Skinner went into a corner of his office, stood on his head and then sat behind his desk as if nothing had happened. It didn't take long to put two and two together. After all, the ability to force one's will onto others, in conjunction with a brain tumour, well that's something Mulder and I have encountered before, in two very intense cases. Robert Modell and Linda Bowman. I still wake from nightmares, nightmares in which my partner points a gun at me, and there is no doubt in my mind that he will pull the trigger, whether he wants to or not. In some we're in a hospital room. Modell is sitting across the table from Mulder and there is one bullet in the gun. And I know it's in the next chamber, death is staring me in the face. In others it's the warehouse, this time it's Linda Bowman pulling the strings. having pushed Mulder into believing that he's seen me shoot myself, she now stands behind him, telling him I'm her. Manipulating his grief and rage to her advantage. This trap is perfect. But I digress. Once I realised what was going on, I began to see all the advantages. For seven years we have struggled to find the truth only to have it snatched away from us by our enemies, the shadow men who believe themselves to be above the law, any law. Now it's time to even the score. Finally I have the means with which to uncover the truth. It's time to bring the shadow men into the light. In short, it's payback time. But before all that, there was something else I wanted. Mulder. Which brings me to this afternoon. It couldn't have gone better if I'd planned it. There were no new x-files, no need to sprint half-way across the country to see some lights in the sky. Just paerwork. Lots and lots of paperwork. Perfect. This kind of thing always sends Mulder into a waking coma. All I had to do was wait for the right time to strike. At around 2:30 I knew the time was right. Mulder was leaning back in his chair, watching me as I worked. I finished what I was doing at strode over to him. Poor Mulder. He never knew what hit him. And for the record, I'm not ashamed of what I did. I'm sick of endlessly dancing around the issue. We love each other, we both know it, and if it took a good hard push to get us to do something about it, then so be it. Mulder's breathing has evened out. I think he's asleep. It's time I got some myself. I have a lot to do tomorrow. The alarm goes off at 7:00am. Mulder doesn't move, I doubt he even heard it. That's OK though. It would be better if I could get dressed and go out without him hearing me. I have an errand to do, one which I think Mulder doesn't need to know about. CGB Spender is already at the meeting place when I arrive. He wears an insufferable smile as he greats me. "Agent Scully, always so nice to see you." It wasn't difficult to arrange this meeting. In fact, while I was trying to figure out a way to meet him, he called and asked to meet me. He obviously knows about this new tumour, and probably wants to make a deal.Oh there will be a deal made here today. My deal. I don't need any cure that he has to offer. No, I agreed to this meeting with an agenda of my own in mind. "Sit down and shut up you son of a bitch!" The smile disappers as he obeys me. I take a seat myself. For a minute I just look at him, relishing the control I hold. This is going to be so sweet. Mulder and I have suffered so much because of this man. Revenge time. When I speak again my voice is low, and determined. "I want you to do something for me. Will you do something for me?" When I return home Mulder is awake. We spend the rest of the weekend exploring our new relationship, ocasionally take food and bathroom breaks. I haven't noticed any drop in my energy levels yet, but it's better to be safe. None of that Carbo Boost crap for me though. I'm a doctor and a scientist, I can make my own nutrition. On Monday the time-bomb I've armed inside CGB's skull goes off. Mulder and I are in my kitchen getting ready for work when the phone rings. It's Skinner, telling us to turn on the news. We do as he says and are treated - and I do mean that in every sense of the word - to the sight of our nemesis flushing his life and career down the toilet, taking all his remaining partners in crime with him. I am ecstatic at the success of my plan. But Mulder is shocked by this sudden - for him anyway - turn of events so I am at great pains to be just as shocked as he is. The following days are busy ones for us. Everything CGB said must be checked out, verified. The people he named must be brought to justice. We are just the people for this job. Everyone agrees so. We now have respect from our peers, something that has always been sorely lacking. And in most cases it comes without any additional persuasion from me. In most cases. A couple of days after CGB's little announcement the body of Alex Krycek is found, cause of death appears to have been a gunshot wound to the head, apparently self-inflicted. It was too - kind of. Well come on, do you really think I could let that rat bastard go free? I'm not sure what happens now. Theoretically I should get the tumour removed. It's served it's purpose. I've finally gotten my G-Man, and our enemies have been crushed. My brother Bill thinks that Mulder is the greatest man alive. Everything is as perfect as it can be. But I'm still reluctant. There's no pressing need to get rid of it. Like the doctor said, I can live for years with this. And you just never know when a good push will come in handy. Do you? THE END