Death to Fowley
Disclaimer:  I don't really hate Mimi Rogers.  Honest.
I don't own M and S.  They're CC's, DD's and GA's.  I don't
own Diana (thank you god).  CC can have her (or maybe the
CSM (who I also don't own, incidentally)).  I ain't making
money from this thing.  Amen.
Rating: PG
Classification: H, MSR
Summary:  Die Fowley Die!
Author's Note:  This was originally an email I sent to
the SEFAMSRN list because Rotem requested a
Scully-Kills-Diana fic.  I'm posting the original email
complete with more author's notes at the beginning.

Dedicated to Rotem

____

Voila:  One (1) Improv'ed Fowley-Dies Fic/Vignette By Red.
(This should probably be rated PG-13 for swearing
(like you're surprised)
and stuff.  Bear in mind I just made this up, this second.
Please be
leniant when telling me it's rubbish - it's just a bit of
a joke, but it got
rather sentimental towards the end of it!!)
Scully wandered wearily into Mulder's apartment and slammed
the door behind her.
"Mulder!  Where are you?"  She called out as she removed
her shoes and shrugged her coat to the ground, not bothering
to pick it up.  Mulder's apartment wasn't Mulder's without
a mess, after all.
"He's right here," An evil voice cut through the darkness
as Scully reached for the light switch.  She jumped in shock
and pulled her gun.
"Who's there?  I *said*, who's there?!"  Scully's voice didn't
tremble as she shouted, not betraying the sudden fear that slinked
through her body in time with the sickly-sweet tones of That
Bitch's voice.
"Oh, I think you know, *Dana," It laughed cruelly.  The light
clicked on suddenly, and Scully found herself staring into the
eyes of That Bitch,
Mulder in the corner, tied up. "SHIT!" Scully shouted, tearing
her gaze away from the orbs of the devil before she was blinded.  
She raised her gun higher and pointed it right at the space where 
Fowley's heart would be, if It had one.
"Oh, Dana, Dana, Dana.  You will never get my Fox.  He's mine,
mine, Mine, and you really should learn not to walk into other 
people's apartments and drop your...clothes there," It continued 
distastefully, sliding around to stand behind Scully.
Scully span to face Diana, making sure to avert her gaze.  She held 
her gun right under Its neck, and growled into its face, "What have 
you done to Mulder?  TELL ME, GODDAMNIT!"
When she got no reply other than a sick chuckle, she let loose a roar 
of rage and threw the Foul One to the floor, before running to Mulder. 
 He was feverish and unconscious, and Scully was horrified to find two 
empty aspirin bottles at his feet.  Fear, white-hot, coursed through her,
followed by boiling anger which bubbled in her veins, and before she 
knew what she was doing Scully had leapt at That Bitch and the neXt
 thing she knew a shot rang out and then another and another...
She awoke in a white place.
Sterile, cold, uncomfortable.
"Where am I?"
The thought was on her tongue, but she could not say it.
The blur to her left shifted and leaned over.
"Scully?  Scully, can you hear me?  It's me."
She jerked her head towards the clearing fog to see... Mulder.  Smiling
weakly, his eyes red.
"Mulder?!"  Panic ceased up her muscles for a second.  What had happened?
Where they dead?  Together?  She felt the ghost of a smile pass over her
lips for a split second.
"Scully, it's okay.  You shouldn't try to speak.  You'e in the hospital.
Diana shot you.  Luckily ,you managed to shoot back..."  She heard the
faintest glimmer of amusement in his voice, and looked up at his face,
questioning.
Seeing her confusion, Mulder continued.
"You shot her, Scully.  She's dead.  We're safe now.  We're together."
**Dead**?!
That Bitch was dead?!
She couldn't breathe, couldn't move... could only feel relief and joy 
flood her body as Mulder leaned over, closer and closer, and brushed his lips
against hers, a solitary tear dropping onto her cheek.
"We're together."
Together.
Together.


Ahem.
Hope you're happy now, Ro.
Love
Red