From: Isahunter@aol.com
Date: Wed, 1 Sep 1999 14:58:45 EDT
Subject: NEW: "Scene 9: Mine" by Diadem (1/1)
Source: xff


Title:  Scene 9: Mine (1/1)

Author:  Diadem

Category: V, A

Rating: G

Spoilers: TF/OS, Fire, Syzygy

Feedback:  Of course!  In fact, as this is kind of an 
     experiment, I would really appreciate it.
     Diadem@cwcom.net

Archive:  Gossamer's fine, anywhere else please let 
     me know first.

Disclaimer:  Mulder and Scully do not belong to me.  
     They belong to CC, 10:13 and Fox, but please remember, 
     imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!

Notes:  This is the ninth in a series of unrelated short, 
     experimental pieces, that might be or might only be 
     pretending to be monologues.  The others can be found 
     at  http://www.aliens.mcmail.com/isadiadem

     Scully POV.


Scene 9: Mine (1/1)

I wouldn't describe myself as a jealous woman.  And I certainly 
wouldn't have thought anyone else would see jealousy as one of 
my personality traits.  And yet someone evidently did.  One of 
the suspects on our last case.  I called you over from questioning 
her, and she shouted something that stuck with me, for some 
reason.  "There's no need to be jealous.  I won't take him 
away from you."
     There's no need to be jealous.  Of course there isn't.  It's 
not like I can lay any claim to you other than that we are 
partners.  Why should I be jealous of anyone?
     And yet as I look back over my time with the X Files, I can 
see that some of my actions could have been, well, misconstrued.  
Comity, for example.  I wasn't trying to imply anything when I 
pushed open that door and found you with that woman, I was just 
shocked.  I guess I had just never seen you in that way before.  
Don't get me wrong, you are free to have as many relationships as 
you want, casual or otherwise.  I can't stop you.
     Phoebe was different, sort of.  She was in the past, your 
past, at least, and I didn't want her muscling her way into the 
present.  At that time I was still trying to establish myself, 
gain your trust, and I didn't want anyone or anything to jeapordise 
that.  I guess I thought you would just toss me aside in favour 
of the new arrival.  I should have known better.
     I'm sure I wasn't jealous, not really.  Well, OK, so I was, 
but never of the way you flirted with them, made them feel 
special.  I was simply scared that they would try to take you 
away from me, and that you would let yourself be taken.  Face 
it, I wasn't the most agreeable of people back then.
     But I thought our relationship had developed since then.  All 
that we have seen together, done together and fought together - 
surely that must mean something.  I know deep down that it does, 
or at least, it means something to me.  I thought it meant 
something to you too.  Now I'm not so sure.
     We were so stable, suddenly.  No weird and wonderful cases, 
sure, but working together on the mundane tasks of simply being 
an FBI agent had made us stronger, and given us the opportunity 
to build up our relationship without it being constantly tested 
and strained.
     Then Diana came along, and everything I trusted disintegrated 
around me.
     What was she to you?  I have my suspicions, I admit, but they 
don't really worry me, because all that is in the past.  What 
worries me is what she means to you now.
     I don't have much experience when it comes to relationships.  
I've had a couple of long term "significant others" but none that 
lasted very long, and there certainly haven't been many.  I 
dismissed it as being because of my work.  But no partner I have 
had before has come anywhere near to the depth of my relationship 
with you.
     I'm still not going to admit that I am jealous, because I 
know too little about her to be jealous in the traditional sense 
of the word.  I'm more... territorial.
     That seems to be a good word to sum up my feelings.  Like an 
animal I am willing to defend what is mine, even if what is mine 
doesn't realise it needs defending.  Why can't you see past her 
thin outer shell?  Just under the surface that woman is pure evil.  
In my years of work with you I have learned to recognise this in 
other people.  It was you who taught me to recognise it.
     I understand that it must be difficult to let go of the past, 
give up on something you once trusted implicitly and recognise 
that maybe what you once thought was true has been twisted and 
given a new meaning.  But everyone else can see it except you, 
Mulder.  Even your closest friends agree with me.  Do you know 
how hard that must have been for them?
     I don't want you to feel that I am betraying you, because I 
would never do that.  And it's not simple jealousy that is 
making me refuse to back down on this.
     I'm simply trying to protect what's mine.

End (1/1)

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