From: Laynie1121 Date: 23 Mar 2000 22:50:18 GMT Subject: *NEW* Unwilling Enemy by Laynie1121 Title: Unwilling Enemy Author : Layna Archive : Anywhere, just let me know. Spoilers : En Ami Rating : PG Category : V, Scully POV Summary : Scully realizes the damage done by accompanying CSM on that little trip... Feedback : Laynie1121@aol.com Disclaimer : I wish I were really clever with these things but I'm not so I'm just going with the boring, 'They're not mine. If they were, they'd be doin' it already. CC owns them...blah blah blah.' Authors Notes: I'm just either A) Re-writing the episode or B) Adding in scenes in which you didn't see. Take your pic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Dana, you know that you can not go back." I look at the chain smoking bastard quizzically. "You already know too much. You can't turn back... return to who you were before, fighting against me by Agent Mulder's side. You're like me now..." I glare at him. "You don't control me. Just because you gave me this information doesn't mean you can use me." But I know that is just what he's done, what he's doing, what he always will do. I'm nothing but a puppet to him. He chuckles, low and breathy, and I look away. I know what he says is true. If I go back, I'll tell Mulder everything and he knows this. He won't risk that. If I go back, I'll most surely be killed. I have become him, albeit unwillingly. I've become my own enemy, and Mulder's as well. "Mulder, I'm so sorry." I whisper, too low even for CGB Spender to hear me. "Dana, you know I'm not keeping you here, that my intention is not to hold you prisoner like some villain in a fairy tale. But if you decide to return to your previous life, your life with Mulder..." I fix him with another glare and he stops for a moment, allowing me enough time to play inquisitor. 'Why do you always refer to me and Mulder as if we're lovers? You, of all people, should know damn well that we're far from it,' runs through my mind and I'm glad that my temper hadn't gotten the best of me yet because if it had, I would've slipped and given away information that would have destroyed me and Mulder both. "...As I was saying, if you do decide to return, how will you live with yourself? I don't have to tell you what will happen if you let Mulder know what happened here. I wouldn't be the one killing you, but I wouldn't stop them either." We're both silent for a moment. I'm wondering if those tapes made it to Mulder already. Suddenly Spender... whoever... looks at me and I swear I see disappointment in his eyes. "I know you'll go back. I know I haven't won your trust, that I never will. I'm not surprised." "What, you wanted me to be your apprentice? The next in line? You were wrongly mistaken if you thought that you could turn me into your follower. You're using me, that I'm sure of, but I will return to Mulder, and you know I'll tell him what I know, no matter if I have proof or not." "How can you be so sure that he'll believe you?" The thought never crossed my mind. Of course Mulder will believe me. He's always trusted me and I've never given him a reason not to. Until now. Damn that black lunged bastard for doing this. Damn myself for going along with it. I am him. I've gone so far over that line that there's no crossing back over. I'm losing Mulder for it too. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X I can't believe what I'm hearing when the Lone Gunmen tell me the disk is empty but at the same time, I saw it coming. I didn't trust him, he didn't trust me... fair is fair. But I've lost Mulder for this. I can see it when I look at him, standing in the doorway. My eyes plead with his. He just stares sadly back at me. I stand up and sigh. I just need to go home. No, what I need is to get all this out. I've told no one about how I'm feeling and it's eating away at me. I want to go to Mulder and hug him and assure myself... assure us, that everything will be okay. If only it were that easy. But the best thing right now is to get out of here. I pick up my coat and walk towards the doorway. When I push past Mulder to leave, he grabs my arm. I turn to look at him and he gives me a questioning look before pulling me to him and holding me tight. Maybe everything won't be okay, but this is a start.