Title: The Story Behind the Story
Written by: Rainy
E-mail: manini@aol.com or rakas148@makani.k12.hi.us
Rating: PG
Category: X-File/Romance/Humor
Spoilers: The End
Keywords: 
Summary:  Why was Fowley shot in the finale?  There was no logical reason for
the bad man to shoot her, not that I can think of.  Maybe, just maybe, it
was for some other reason and because of some other person.  This is just my
humorous antics of what happened...with some romance thrown in so it can be 
justified as a possibility.



Disclaimer:  Every single freaking charachter in this freaking story 
freaking belongs to freaking Chris Carter and his freaking gang of freaking 
writers.  If I'm using freaking to much, be glad it isn't another freaking 
effword.  Oh, here's another freaking disclaimer, I got that phrase from 
Steven King.  Well since I know nobody's going to pay particular attention 
to whatever the hell I'm saying here, on with the story!


Dedicated to Jennifer B. for being a half-inspiration and so I won't look
greedy for not dedicating anything to anyone.

     

     Special Agent Diana Fowley watched little 12-year-old Gibson looking 
out the window.
     ''There's a man with a gun out there,'' he said.
     ''Gibson, get away from there,'' Fowley commanded.
     ''He didn't come here to get me.  He's aiming for you,'' Gibson said, as 
the window exploded and Fowley fell to the ground.
     A little ways away, Special Agent Dana Scully's cell phone rang.  She 
answered it with a rather monotone voice.  ''Scully''.
     ''Agent Scully,'' a raspy voice answered.  ''We have followed your 
plans as you have wished.''  The line was then disconnected.
     Scully smiled.  ''That'll teach that bitch to come near my man.''

                              * * * * *
     
     Special Agent Fox Mulder, Scully's partner, watched in dismay as Fowley 
was wheeled away on a stretcher.  He had just gotten a call that morning 
that she had been shot, that one of her lungs had been punctured, that 
things weren't looking good.  A thousand thoughts and anecdotes of Fowley 
swirled in his head.  Besides Scully, she had been the only one he'd ever 
had an attraction to.  'Don't forget Phoebe Green,' he added to himself, 
'That scheming, manipulative bitch.  May she rot in the darkest corner of 
the farthest reachest of the damndest hell!' Other than attraction, there 
was an  unexplainable connection between him and Diana.  It was even stronger 
with Scully.
     ''Mulder, you okay?'' said Scully, coming up from behind him.  ''You 
look a little off balance.''
     ''She was like my best friend,'' he said dreamily.  Then he smiled at 
Scully.  ''Next to you, of course.''
     Scully smiled contentedly, then took his hand.  ''Are you going to be 
okay or are we going to need a hospital bed in the psychiatric wing for 
you?''
     He continued to smile, and put his arm around her waist.  ''I think 
I'll be okay.''
     Stretching herself as high as she could go, she managed to whisper in
his ear, 
     ''This is the end of a beginning, and the start of a new one.''
     He nodded, putting the other arm around him.  ''Yeah, whatever the hell 
you mean by that.  Just as long as you don't get shot too''
     She grinned to herself, and thought, 'That won't be a problem, believe  
me.'  
     
                               
The words many writers hate, also the episode this is based on: The End



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Special thanks to:

My muse, who exists solely in the ''sweatshops'' of my mind.

Michael, for being the ''opinionator'' and for not laughing at the idea.

Chris Carter, for getting us all freaking hooked on this blasted show. 

Chris Farley, for playing the charachter that causes me to say freaking so
much .  God bless him, rest in peace.              

Everyone else on the planet, just for being you.