From: Kalidoskop Date: 11 Dec 1998 19:22:03 GMT Subject: REVISED: Justice 1/1 Title: Justice Author: kaleidoscope Email: Kalidoskop@aol.com Category: V Keywords: Character death Rating: PG Spoilers: Mytharc mentions up to FTF Feedback: All feedback, good/bad/constructive/whatever would be appreciated :) Author's notes follow fic. Archives: Gossamer yes, others check first please :) Summary: There comes a time when there can be no justice. Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this fic, The X-Files belongs to CC, 1013 and Fox. Now on with the show... Justice by kaleidoscope "What is it you want Agent Scully?" Shadows parted like thick velvet curtains and The Speaker emerged, the shadows swishing shut behind. "The truth," she answered, her voice cold steel. A halo of light shone around her from the streetlight above her, she was aware The Speaker could see her every move. She raised the gun she held at her side to point it at The Speaker. "What truth would that be?" The Speaker taunted. She paused. "The *only* one." "Ah, but Agent Scully there are truths, then there are *truths.* It takes a skilled mind to understand the difference. Your partner for instance, he had trouble... understanding," The Speaker dismissed with the wave of a hand. "Did you kill him?" Her fingers tightened on the trigger. Knuckles whitening, stifling each breath. Trying to remain calm, still, focused. "It depends what truth you choose to believe." "I believe that you killed him because he got too close. He *saw* it. He knew. He could have stopped you." "Did you see it?" The Speaker asked, part curiosity, part amusement. "I saw..." she faltered, "I saw the truth." "Very smart Agent Scully. You have learnt a great deal." The Speaker smiled, and Scully held back a shiver running through her spine. "Please excuse me if I choose not to thank you for that." The Speaker laughed, moving further towards the light. "Your partner, was a smart man. Impulsive, but smart. He had one flaw." She raised an eyebrow but did not speak. The Speaker chose to continue. "He was driven by desire. Desire is a very dangerous thing in the hands of a man. It drives us to do stupid things. Mulder's desire led to his death." "I could kill you now," she said, almost to herself. "But you won't. You believe in justice. Truth, justice, and the American way," The Speaker mocked. "Mulder is dead. My family is *dead.* You killed them all you son of a bitch. Your selfish plot killed them all." "It was far from selfish Agent Scully. We all would have died, colonization wasn't an option, it was a fact. You however, were chosen. You survived, you're alive." "I may have survived, but I am far from alive. I died along with everyone else," she spat at The Speaker, verging on losing her control. The Speaker shrugged, watching intently as she used all her strength to hold back from firing the gun. "I will ask you again then, what truth is it you wish to know?" "Why me? There are people who would have debunked the X-Files without a second thought, who would have bowed down to you and gladly carried out your every whim," she said, disgust coating her words. "Why me?" "You have faith, and strength. Two very admirable qualities. Two qualities that Agent Mulder lost. It was quite, interesting, seeing how far he would go to get them back. How far he would go for you. Your abduction, your cancer were tests, nothing more. How far would he go to get you back, a symbol of what he'd lost?" The Speaker paused, with narrowed lips. "We had planned on using Mulder... however we underestimated him. So we were left with no option--" "But to kill him," she finished. "Correct." "I have the option whether to kill you." The Speaker didn't flinch, staring at her unconcerned at the possible outcome. She made an option. "I choose to kill you." She squeezed the trigger, and watched, in slow-motion, silent and unblinking as the bullet hit The Speaker between the eyes knocking him to the ground. "There is no justice," she whispered, daring to breathe again. Her breath was a small cloud of white in the cold night air. She walked over towards the shadows where The Speaker lay, her footsteps echoing in the silence, small splashes of water from the wet ground covering her shoes like droplets of dew. She reached down and put her hand into The Speaker's jacket pocket, withdrawing a packet of Morleys. She fumbled to open it, her fingers icy and numb. She threw the cellophane wrapping away, watching as it fell to the ground like a feather. She took a cigarette, resting it between her lips, and reached down again to take a lighter from his pocket. The silver lighter was cold in her palm, and shone slightly from a slither of moonlight peeking out from between clouds. She ran her thumb over the smooth metal, feeling an indentation. 'Trust No One' it read. She felt a solitary tear escape and roll down her cheek, burning into her skin like acid; but she wasn't crying. She flicked the lighter lid open, watching the small flame come to life, dancing and flickering. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke fill her lungs. Blowing out the smoke, she dropped the cigarette to the floor. She stepped on it, twisting her foot until it was squashed into the ground. She moved the gun now, pressing it to her skull. There was no future left to fight. She was an empty shell. She didn't love. She didn't hope. She didn't feel. All she needed now was an end to this. She closed her eyes, and for the second time, squeezed the trigger. The shadow enveloped her. * * * End Notes: Some people have said to me, well Scully would never kill herself. I just can't see that happening... in the present. Now, generally I would agree, I can't see it. Mulder, the weakling he is, yes, Scully no. (Not doing much to support my case here am I? ) But, I think in FTF we saw a Scully who was going to resign from her job, she was going to give up the search for the truth. She was going to give up and never find out the truth about her abduction, her cancer, the implant, and any other Emilys. It was pretty clear that her and Mulder were still able to fight, they were on the verge of something... but yet she decided rather than be transferred she'd leave the FBI. So now let's imagine that the fight truly is over, the colonization has happened, the population apart from the abductees and the consortium (who I will reason could survive since they'd been developing the vaccine) have been wiped out, including her family. Mulder has been killed. There is absolutely nothing Scully can do now, fight is over. Would she continue? The colonization would have taken away what little faith she had left, everyone dying would have taken her hope of a normal life... would she continue? Hmph. I dunno. You decide for yourself, I've already put forward my 2c. Come drop by my website! http://members.aol.com/Kalidoskop/index.html for my fanfic, and gratuitous cartoon violence in The Diana Death Gallery