Subj: phan phic thanx
Date: 7/2/99 3:39:32 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Iffyiam4
To: EBE0051

BY:TIFFANIE
E-MAIL:IFFYIAM4@AOL.COM
RATING:NORMAL TALK TO ME, BUT MAYBE NOT TO YOU oh, and some graphic content
SUMMERY: WHAT R U TRYIN TO DO? NO SUMMERY, I DONT THINK SO
THANXZ: ID LIKE TO THANK ALL PHANATICS, AND X-PHILES, FOR CONSTANT SUPPORT AND IDALISATION..
LEGAL SHIT: NOPE NOT MINE YADDA YADDA...WELL, MAGGIE IS MINE
WHAT DO YOU THINK?: ID LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU PEOPLE THINK, SO IF U WROTE, ID APPRIECIATE IT! :0)
NOW 4 THE STORY...
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She talked to the man's reflection in her mirror while tilting her head slightly and drying her straight black hair. She wore a bright, multicolored bathrobe, which the man found amusing.
"You don't understand do you?"she askes, getting agitated,"I'm not interesting enough to kill."she narrowed her deep brown eyes at him,and turned,"don't you get that?" He sighed heavily and leaned against the doorway, where was Scully?
"Your life is in danger. Someone wants to kill you, we need a modem, you have to help us." She glared at him with her piercing eyes. He wondered why she felt so average, she was full of life, spirit, she was fiesty. It all came out eighther bored or hostile though. She threw down her towel and pushed past him. He followed her to her bedroom door, which she slammed in his face. He breathed silently, and waited for her to change.
"You wanted to ask me questions?" she called finally," about what?"
"Uh, official stuff." He called back,"I have to ask them, it's protocal." He explained.
"So ask." She opened up the door. She stood in her doorway, wearing lose, baggy kakis and a black tee. Her hair was brushed, and pulled into a tight poneytail. A few lose strands hung lose, as if she hadent time to bother with them. She went downstairs, him following close behind. She led him to the kitchen, "Agent
Mulder, you don't seem to get..."
"Maggie, you'r in denial, you were almost killed by a BOMB!" He emphesised the word bomb. Making gestures with his hands.
"Bomb? I never said anything about a b.." Maggie was cut off by her doorbell ringing. A few moments later, a red-headed woman in a nice suit, stood in the Chan's very conservitive livingroom. Her icy blue eyes searched the room, as if she could find more evedence there. Pouty lips spread as they spoke to Mulder. Maggie was oblivious to all she was saying, she was consitrating on what her EYES were saying.
"Maggie, this is my partner, Dana Scully."Mulder finally interoduced her.
Scully immediatly felt violated. Maggie was staring with almond shaped eyes, burning into her eyes, as if trying to read her very soul. When Maggie finally smiled, she felt as if she knew her deepest secrets.
"Hi." She said knowingly." What exactly are you trying to protect me of?"
"Someone is trying to kill you." Scully replied, dumbfoundly.
"Oh?" Maggie questioned, "You think so? Did it occure to you that I dont think so?" Scully gave her a look, then looked at Mulder, "Why not?"
"Cause. I mean, who would want to kill me? Besides a few people I make fun of, like Bill Clinton, O.J, and Barney?" Mulder laughed slightly. Scully gave him a warning look, he looked away. "Come on, think about it."
"No we don't have a reason yet, but oblivously your life was threatened, by someone.."
"Or something.." Mulder cut in.
Scully gave him another sharp look, "You are sure there is no one who might have wanted to threaten your life? No one?"
"NO ONE!" Maggie replied hastily, "Damn you people are pretty dense..."
Maggie was suddenly quiet, she was studying. Looking closely at Mulder and Scully, as if reading their very minds, their souls. She smiled as if she knew, as if she knew everything. This startled both the agents, who stood uselessly in the room. As if tricked to stay there. She finnaly spoke.
"Hey, if your doing this to get a paycheck, go for it, but I am not in danger..." A loud burst interrupted her this time. Bright lights flashed through the comfortable room, sending the three into confusion. Screams echoed into each other's ears. The last thing they might ever remmember.
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A thin, smirking woman's eyes searched the white room, coldly finding Scully. The poor woman was laid out on a bed, unconsions. Next to her, in seperate beds, lay Mulder and Maggie. Diana Fowley's grin widened. She brushed her long brown hair to one side., and stepped forward. But then her anger swelled as she heard a small voice talk, "Sc..Scully..Sc" It repeated. It was Mulder, in his sleep, calling for his partner. Fowley glared at Scully, who slept peacefully. Her red hair spread out like a halo around her pillow, her porcilain hands rested gently on her stomach. Krychek interrupted her thoughts, "What are you doing?" He asked angrily, "Why are THEY here, it was just supposed to be her, shes what we want..."
"Oh stop bitching" She interupted him, "Why not get two birds with one stone?" She asked, inticating that the frail, normal girl also asleep was the stone." It's perfect."She continued, "She did away with them, then herself." Fowley walked up to Mulder, and gently carressed his cheek, "They were just in the wronge place at the wronge time.." She violently slapped Mulder awake, and grabbed his hair.
His confusion was extremely visable, "What???" He began, quieted by Fowley's grin, "Good morning" She patronised, "Sleep well? I will."
With that she drew her gun, pointed it, and pulled.
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Flashes of red, blue, and yellow lights danced under Maggie's eyelids, making pictures. She knewe something was'nt right. She could feel it, it was right in her blood. Thoughts invaded her mind, not her own, "Kill them, all three of them" It said, it was a woman. A woman she did'nt know. She was looking at Agent Mulder through someone else's eyes.
"Oh no!" Maggie thought, "She's going to kill him!"
She had to think quickly, so she did the only thing she could. Something she had promised herself she would never do again. She controlled Fowley's hand, the hand with the gun already rested in it. The gun was pulled out for a purpose, to shoot something. This woman's mind was evil, nothing but spite, hate. The gun would go off, so it did. Diana Fowley fell to the floor, blood pouring out of the new hole in her head, gushing all over the floor. The sound of the gun waking the other two, who sat in awe. Fowley's glassy eyes stared lifelessly at Mulder, no past him, at Maggie. As if blaming her, accusing. Krychek did what he knew best, he ran, as did the others, speaking only when they escaped. Back to Maggie's home.
"What happened?" Mulder asked, speaking for himself and Scully.
"I killed her, " Started Maggie, "She was going to kill us all."
"But how?"Scully started to ask.
"You ask too much."She answered, "I can hear what people don't say, I know what you don't say,what you should say, what you want to say."
Scully stood, amased, frightened. "What do you mean? You can read minds?"
"Not only can I read them, I can get INSIDE anyones head, even yours."
Scully looked at her incrediously, "That can't be true.."
"Really? I'll prove it to your only scientific mind. You love Mulder, you think it, he knows it, but you never say it. Neighther does he." She shook her head sadley, "You never know when neighther of you will be here, you should say it."
Both looked on, at this younge girl, the age of 17, yet wiser then anyone they ever met. Or maybe, she WAS everyone they had ever met. Her, putting what she knew, felt, combining with other's feelings, thoughts, mottos...
Maggie smiled at Mulder, "Tell her, she needs to know."
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The car was quiet on the way back to Washington. Mulder drove, as always, Scully sat unmoving in the passanger seat. Neighther knew what to say, nor did they know if Fowley was dead. Both were scared, scared of coming clean.
Later that night, Mulder knocked on Scully's door, "We have to talk," He told her surprised reaction. Instead of talking though, he handed her a rolledup poster. His I want to Beleive poster. She smiled, and handed him a small necklace box, " For you" She whispered.
When her opened it, he was surprised to find a thin chain, with a small golden cross attached. "But Scully..." He protested, she shook her head and showed him hers, which hung around her neck.
"That one is for you, I want to know that when you are not with me, your still close at heart." With that, both grinned, and felt pangs of happiness as their lips touched softly for the first time.