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Rated: G
Category: M POV, Non-Dialogue, Angst.
Spoilers: Everything right up until The Truth.
Summary: While he's in the desert, Mulder remembers Fowley
versus Scully.
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imagination.
Why she brought it up when she did, I have no idea. It sure
explains why I'm in the dog house whenever one of the files
I worked on with Diana Fowley comes up on the screen. She
would ask just what was so great about Diana whenever there
was a lull in things at the office, and once she asked again.
We were at a New Year's Eve bash out in Alexandria, and it
was just after she had ordered champagne for us, and didn't
let on it was her. (She blew that secret on the drive back to
her place.)
While we were guarding Gibson Praise after the attempt on his
life, Diana came into my life again. Scully doesn't seem to
realize I know when she's afoot. I do know. That's why I'm
an FBI agent, and that's how attuned I am to my partner. (I
know she high-tailed it away when she saw me in the room
speaking to Diana.)
There's no mistaking the 'nose-out-of-joint' on a woman, and
Scully in particular is no exception. It's not just the 'new
partner meets old partner' jealousy. If I confronted Scully
at that time, she would have denied anything more than just
professional distrust, caused by Diana's work with Jeffrey
Spender. I know her better than that, but would not dare to
confront Scully on the issue of jealousy. Pure, unadulterated
jealousy toward another woman.
Granted, Diana was once of interest to me. However, I soon
found that her type of beauty was only skin deep, and the other
stuff went straight to the bone.
There was no way I was going to ask Gibson what he read, and
he was mature enough, even at his age, to leave the subject
alone.
Scully wouldn't have started a cat fight, but I think Diana
would have taken it up given an opening. That's what I like
about Scully, and what drives me around the bend about Scully.
She won't say what's on her mind when she should. Doesn't
that cause disharmony in your mind? I mean, when you want
to say what's on your mind, then kick yourself for not doing
that, yet it festers inside of you.
Scully isn't above thinking angry thoughts about Diana, and I
knew that even back then. At least I was keeping some distance.
Maybe Scully saw that and gave me credit, I have no idea. It's
just a feeling.
There's a major difference here: I trust Scully. I did not
trust Diana Fowley after she suddenly had herself transferred
out of the country. That's why I was fine working alone and
was ready to tell Dr. Dana Scully that when she walked into
my office. And I did.
But I digress. Gibson Praise probably saw the probability
of a cat fight, and for preventing that I am eternally
grateful to him. I am eternally grateful to him for many
things.
After all, I now have Scully AND William to be thankful for.
When I get back home, we will look for our son, confront the
enemies and get on with our lives. Sad to say, Diana died.
A part of her stays with me, but then a part of everyone we
deal with in our lives stays with us. That's a good thing. It
means that the aunt who told us Mom was a silly little girl at
one time lives on, that the teacher who taught us how to write
our name lives on, and that the bad ass neighbor who said
something nice about your Dad at one time, behind his back,
lives on.
At one time, Diana was a good fibbie and did her job well.
I am grateful for that, and the times we laughed and cried
over good times and lost lives. I wouldn't call Scully
Dana, because when you put the 'i' in it, you get Diana.
And now I know that the "I" in Diana is all her highness
cared about, if you know what I mean. Scully is unselfish,
and Diana was unyielding. Just as a hard stick is easily
broken, so was Diana, and broken by an equally selfish
man.
But Dana Katherine Scully is my one in five billion. To her
I travel soon. There's just one more stop I have to make, and
then it's onto a bus to a military installation. If this
Journal reaches home, it will go when Gibson mails it. Thank
Heaven for him.
As for what is to come, I don't care to know, just as long as
Scully is on my side, and more importantly, at my side.
So, I'd better get going before the old guy I'm supposed to
meet finds out I'm onto him. I hope I can read this later and
laugh. Journal, I'll see you when all this is over with.
I must succeed in my quest. There's no other choice. Just as
there was really no choice between Fowley and Scully.
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