From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Heather=20Behl?= Date: Sat, 21 Aug 1999 09:21:02 +0200 (CEST) Subject: "A Truth to Find the Lies" (1/1) Source: xff Reply To: hdbehl@canada.com TITLE - A Truth to Find the Lies (1/1) AUTHOR - Heather D. Behl E-MAIL ADDRESS - hdbehl@canada.com RATING - PG for some language, but nothing serious CATEGORY - V, some A SPOILERS - Up to and including all of Season 6, except the finale (which I haven't seen yet... *sniffle*) KEYWORDS - MS-UST, Diana Fowley SUMMARY - Scully has received some startling information from Fowley that causes her to question her partner's crusade. Who should she trust -- her partner, or his enigmatic ex? FEEDBACK - I would love it! NOTE - Yes, I know, I write a lot of Fowley stories -- she's a very mysterious character, and because of that, she fits flexibly into many roles. By the way, this is the last part of a longer story. The first part was basically uninteresting; it just showed how Fowley visited Scully and told her a bunch of stuff about Mulder using her and actually being the opposite of what he tells her to be, CSM is good guy, etc. I cut it out because I'm too wrapped up in another story to work on it. Maybe one day, you'll see the full story. DISCLAIMER - They aren't mine, they belong to Fox and 10-13 and all those people. I'm just accompanying them on this harmless little romp through my imagination. I doubt you want to spend precious millions of dollars in court to claim my paltry summer job savings. Save your court dollars and take on some with more money -- Bill Gates, Conrad Black, Soeharto... ---------------------------------------------------- ***A Truth to Find the Lies*** ---------------------------------------------------- -SCULLY- Mulder lied to me. I must find out the truth. These are the only thoughts raging through my mind as I drive furiously towards Mulder's apartment. I have been to the lab technicians and the Lone Gunmen. They have confirmed some of what Fowley told me. Not all, but enough to make me suspicious. Enough to make me realize that he has been hiding things from me all of these years. I am going to find the truth, damnit. I'm going to make him confess and find out how much of what Fowley said is true. Somehow in my red haze of fury I find my way up to his apartment door. I slip my key in and open it, not bothering to knock. Mulder is sitting on his couch, watching TV, and looks up at me, his mouth open in a big "O" of surprise. Then he smiles slightly and says, "Hey, Scully." He is too busy trying to hide his porn magazines to notice that I am drawing my gun and aiming it at him. He is babbling something, but my mind won't focus on it. It only has two thoughts now. Mulder lied. Must find the truth. He lifts his head then and sees the gun, and his face whitens instantaneously. Then it fades into a look of surprise and confusion. "Scully?" he murmurs. "Don't move!" I say, my anger controlling my words. "Scully, what's going on here?" he asks in his damn psychologist voice. "I know," I spit out. "I know all about your schemes. How you *used* me." I am able to keep my voice reasonably steady, an amazing feat considering that I am on the verge of hysteria. "What?" he asks, a medley of emotions on his face. "I worked for years with you, thinking that I was helping to *save* mankind...and now I know that you were just trying to selfishly save yourself." I hesitate. "And me." I don't know how much of this is true, but I'll use everything Fowley told me. Maybe I'll hit on something that will make him confess. He murmurs something, but I don't care to listen. I am enjoying this blazing anger too much. The fury from the times he left me stranded in DC while he went off hunting UFOs and aliens has accumulated into this one wonderful night, and I am relishing it. "I don't want any part in it anymore, Mulder. You can tell those colonists or whatever they are that I don't want to be spared. I won't stand back and watch the rest of my race die so that I can spare my own life!" He squirms like a little worm caught between a child's fingers. "Scully, *please*, I don't know what you are talking about." "Diana told me, Mulder," I say, watching his eyes carefully . "About her abduction." "What?!" he says incredulously. "Her abduction?!" There is a look in his eyes I can't quite place my finger on. Guilt, perhaps. "I was right, Mulder, you were wrong to trust her. And I was wrong to trust you and not her." The look on his face is definitely guilt now. I have him pinned down. "Oh, God, Scully, what's brought this on?" he asks, and he steps up to take a pace towards me. He stops suddenly, looking terrified. "Kristin Kilar," I say calmly. "Diana Fowley. Engagement." His face twists with horror and guilt and pain. My eyes still fixed on him, watching him, I bend down and pick up the envelope. "Open it," I say. His hands are shaking as he opens it. His eyes widen as he sees what is inside. "Oh, no, Scully?I can explain." "The one in your left hand almost matches tests on my own blood. That is the vaccination you gave me in Antarctica. You gave copies of these results to the colonists so that they could know in advance what they were up against." His mouth drops open. "Oh, God, Scully-" I feel tears, but I try desperately to damn them inside. I have to stay on this sudden wave of anger or I'll drown in my other emotions. "I ran more tests, Mulder. The virus used by the colonists is still in your blood, but your vaccination -- and now mine -- prevents it from destroying you. The reason I got ill in the first place was because of you, not because of the bee." "What-" "I tested the bee. It only had a doping agent. I got sick because of you." He looks as if he is about to start sobbing at any second, and my anger dissipates slightly. I am suddenly aware of how much this is hurting him. But I have to find the truth. Who told you all of this, Scully?" he asks so softly that I barely hear him. I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat. "Who told you this?" he demands, loudly. "The people who are trying to stop you and your plans," I reply softly. "The people who sent me here." "Who sent you here to do what?" "To convince you to stop the colonization." He looks as if I've just kicked him. "That's exactly what we've been trying to do for years now, Scully!" "No," I say. No. This can't be all wrong. There must be some truth. Why else would you lie to me, Mulder? * * * -MULDER- "Where did you get these?" I demand, shaking the papers in my fist. "Where did you do all of these tests? It was with Cancer Man, wasn't it? He's behind all this!" My anger is growing uncontrollably. This can't be happening. "He's trying to stop you!" she yelled, taking a step towards me. "He's trying to tear us apart!" I yell back. "He's trying to save his own ass! Trying to get you to kill me so that he can continue his own plans without interference!" "You *used* me," Scully growls. "Damn right!" I snarl. "Damn right I used you! If using your scientific expertise and your goddamn stubbornness to help me find the truth is using you, then yes! If coming to you when I needed support or someone to trust is using you, then yes, I used you!" "Stop!" she cries. I see her finger tightening, see the barrel pointed right between my eyes, and I know what is coming. But I can't stop it. There is no time. I will die because of another man's lies, at the hands of the person I love and trust the most. Her hand flexes as her finger pulls the trigger. There is a horrific crack through the air, and a flash... And nothing. No pain. I open my eyes to see Scully staring at me, her face pale, her body trembling, her arms still braced and the gun still pointing at me. She has missed. Scully never misses. Her body collapses in slow motion, as if she is a balloon figure and the air is slowly being let out. She sinks and sinks until she reaches the ground, and curls into a ball. I am suddenly aware that I am sinking too, falling to my knees, curling my body around her. I hear a sob I recognize as mine, matched by one from Scully's figure. I feel her warmth under me as I hold onto her, and I feel her arms wrap around me as we cling to each other. Her face buries into my shoulder. She is shaking. I am, too. "I'm sorry, Mulder," she chokes. "I'm sorry..." Who did this to her? Who did this to us? I want to ask, want to know. But I can't speak, can't even choke out a response to her apology. I just hold onto my Scully more tightly, and bury my wet face in the soft blueness of her shoulder. There is so much to explain. Like how I used Kristin because I missed Scully so much. Like how I never even heard of Diana's abduction. Like why I didn't tell Scully about the tests I ran. So much to explain. But for now, I have her warm in my arms, her hands clawing into my back, her face slick and warm against my neck, and that is all that matters. They will never tear us apart. *** -CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN- I watch the two of them sadly. They are locked in each other's embrace in a huddle on the floor, weeping like two newborn children. I'm beginning to think that nothing can ever separate them. This time, I had used many of my resources: scientists, laboratories, printers, government officials... Diana is beside me, her mouth set in a deep frown. She sits down, shaking her head. "He knows now. He knows everything. I knew that this was too big of a risk. Now is in a position to give all we know away to the colonists." I shake my head, taking a deep draft of my cigarette. "You didn't tell her everything. There is a lot he doesn't know yet." "I feel sorry for her," Diana says solemnly. "The person she trusts most is using her as a pawn." I ponder the irony of what she has just said. "You have to be careful who you trust in this world," I say, knowing that she will not catch on, knowing that she will trust me as long as she believes I am her father. I turn to look at her, and she looks back at me with innocent brown eyes, unaware of just how much of a pawn she really is. -----THE END------ Okay, so it's pretty weak on its own. Maybe I'll go back and try and revise the rest of the story after all. =) === ________________________________________________________ Heather D. Behl hdbehl@canada.com http://viona.scriptmania.com Last update: 10 AUG 99 WRITING: stories, poetry, X-Files fanfic: http://viona.scriptmania.com/english/artwriting.html The first part of my manuscript, "Rahzindar", is now up!