Title: Out of the Closet
Author: TeaL
E-Mail: Talitha_1121@yahoo.com
Flames will be loaded into my flame thrower and used
to torch the stupid airport ppl who lost my freakn'
luggage...
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: Go for it, just don't change anything and if you haven't
archived anything of mine before just send me the addy of where it's
going
;)
Classification: H
Keywords: Fowlfic
Summary: What’s the one thing that could make TFO
go completely insane?
The answer ,my friends, is here.......
Disclaimer at end of fic.
OUT OF THE CLOSET
By TeaL
Diana quickly inserted her key in the door to Mulder's
apartment and entered the darkened room.
A long time ago, when she and Mulder had been good
friends, he had given her a key. It's purpose had been for emergencies
and
for feeding his neglected fish while he
was away but Diana had used it for so much more than that.
In her hand she held her holy grail, her highest level
security pass, her key.
*Her* key to the information sealed behind the door and
god knows she would never let an opportunity like that pass
her by.
Back when they had been partners she had used it to gain
access to his computer, to the files that he had never shared
with her even back then.
She had used it to plant bugs for her true love. For the man
who knew Mulder's past, who knew how dangerous he could
become and who needed to be one step ahead at all times.
He was known to her as CGB spender but to most as simply
'Cancerman'.
Cancerman, the man who had come to her the day the X-Files
were discovered and had offered her a choice.
Life or Death.
Help destroy the one man who could uncover the biggest
conspiracy of them all, the one man who could destroy years
of hard work.....
or die.
Diana had chosen life and Mulder has never suspected a thing.
Soon after the new phase in her life began, Diana had been
forced overseas and Mulder had requested his key back.
Being the loyal trustworthy friend he knew her as, she did
as requested. But not before having some copies cut.
Stepping into Mulder's bedroom, Diana felt whole again.
She'd missed him so much, missed lying to him, missed
deceiving him, missed everything about how life had been
before she'd left.
He had loved her and even though she admitted to an initial attraction
the
day she switched sides was the day all
feelings for the man diminished.
Mulder had even allowed her to call him 'Fox' after much
persuading and compliments. Something his precious
Scully, after six years, was still not comfortably allowed
to say.
Diana had slithered into his life quite successfully and
now she was back only now things were much worse.
Mulder knew too much, Scully knew too much, they were an
unstoppable team and Diana had been ordered back to work.
At first it had been a life or death choice, barely a
choice, but now she did it because she *wanted* to, not
because she had to.
It gave her strength to see others weak.
It gave her life to see others die.
The room had changed a lot since she had last been in it, he
even had a waterbed now, something very unlike Mulder
but something she wouldn't mind trying out sometime....
Since she had returned to D.C, week after week she had
come to this apartment. She knew it by heart, she knew
every room and it's contents except the bedroom.
Her Orders; find any evidence or anything that can be used
against Agent Mulder and copy it. Destroying or stealing
it was too obvious, Mulder may be blind to the fact that
day after day someone had been going through his
apartment, but he wasn't entirely stupid and would notice
if anything went missing.
Diana grasped the handles on his closet door and yanked it
open, the sight
that greeted her almost made her fall over from shock.
In one corner of the closet, almost proudly displayed, were
clothes that
Diana knew most certainly did not belong to Fox Mulder, unless
there was something he wasn't telling anyone.
Diana reached out and pulled a cream coloured skirt off the
hook, beside it were a couple of blouses and a jacket.
Diana checked the size, it was small, too small for her but
not too small for his 'partner' Scully.
Diana's suspicions that they were more than work partners
were confirmed and she angrily put the skirt back on the hook.
She growled softly, there was no other way to explain why
Scully kept some of her clothes at his apartment.
Diana was about to slam the closet door closed when she
heard the sound of a key twisting in a lock , followed
by a door being opened.
Diana stood completely still and listened.
Two voices, one was Mulder's, the other she recognised as Scully's.
They were laughing, but it was almost a seductive laugh, a noise Diana
had
never heard Mulder ever make the whole time she's known him.
Diana realised in panic the sounds were growing louder, coming closer,
most
definitely headed for the bedroom.
Looking round Diana chose the only hiding place she could fit into....
The closet.....
End of part 1 :)