Title: Bad Blood 3
Author: Mady Bay - mbay@binghamton.edu
Date: June 17, 1998
Category/Rating: S/PG
Spoilers: The End
Summary: Seems our heroes have barked up the wrong family tree....
Disclaimer: Fox, CC, 1013 own them, I'm just playing with them, I'm dirt poor
so don't bother suing me, yoda, yoda, yoda.

Scully parked the car down the block from Mulder's apartment building. She got
out of the car, juggling the decided upon pizza along with the prescriptions
from the drug store for Mulder. She felt a presence. She cautiously looked
around. She saw a man in a gray coat duck behind a corner of a nearby building.
She remembered seeing him near the pizza place. She walked as normally as she
could to the front door of the apartment building. She set down the packages in
the foyer and drew her gun. She knew he'd continue to follow her here. She
waited behind the door for him to come. When he entered the doorway she came
from behind and shoved him into the wall. Scully made sure this guy felt her
gun pressed into his back.

"You move and you're dead," she started. "Why are you following me?" she
demanded, pushing the gun further into his back.

"Agent Scully, its me, Jeff Spender," said the man.

"All the more reason you should listen. Give me a reason why I shouldn't just
shoot you right now," she hissed.

"I came to warn you!" he pled, trying to turn around.

Scully meanwhile, had searched Spender and taken his service weapon.

"Warn me? What, are you having second thoughts? Are you trying to decide
whether you should run me over too?" she asked sarcastically.

"No! I was telling the truth! I wasn't trying to hit Mulder!"he pled. "Listen
to me! She wants to kill YOU!"

"Who?" Scully asked, turning him around.

"Agent Fowley," he said.

"She's dead," Scully countered.

"No, she's not. She's on her way here, now. To kill you," he implored.

"What?" Scully responded, disbelief in her voice. "Why should I believe you,
after what's happened. Especially after you ran from Skinner?"

Spender took a deep breath.

"I ran from Skinner because I panicked," he started. "I did try to hit someone
with my car. But not Mulder. You."

"You son of a bitch!" she shouted.

"They told me they knew where my mother was! They said if I took you out, I'd
get my mother back!" he cried.

"They?" Scully asked.

Spender swallowed, looked down.

"Cancerman and Agent Fowley. My father and half-sister," he replied.

Scully stood there stunned by his admissions.

"For years I always wondered about my father and whether or not I had any other
relatives. I dreamed about the perfect little family reunion," he mused. "But
this is not what I want. I swear to you Agent Scully. I just want my mother
back," he said more seriously.

Scully thought and pondered. She saw the emotions playing on Spender's face.

"Upstairs," she ordered, pointing with her gun. "And grab the packages, too."

Inside the apartment Mulder was trying to recover as the formerly dead Agent
Diana Fowley closed the door to his apartment.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" she asked.

"Reports of our death are greatly exaggerated," he cited slowly.

"Like father, like daughter, I guess," she replied.

He looked up sharply, confusion then anger taking over his emotions.

"Oh come on Fox, you really didn't know?" she asked with a smile. "How do you
think Daddy got all his inside information?"

"You fucking bitch!!" Mulder yelled, trying to get up from the couch.

He failed miserably, landing in a painful heap next to the couch, holding his
side. Fowley laughed as she stood over him.

"So what now, Diana? You gonna finish the job Spender started and kill me?" he
grunted.

"Ah, Jeff. My dear incompetent half-brother," she mused. "He can't seem to do
anything right, can he?"

"Half-brother?" Mulder asked, intrigued.

"Daddy got around," she responded curtly. Then she got back on track. "But no,
Fox. Jeff didn't try to kill you," she said, reaching down to brush his cheek.

Mulder batted her hand away violently.

"He was supposed to hit Agent Scully," she said disgustedly.

`Oh God! No!' Mulder thought, swallowing. "That's why you're here," he
whispered.

"If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself," she said
wistfully, drawing her gun.

They heard someone coming down the hallway. Mulder took the opportunity while
Fowley was distracted to try and take her down. He grabbed her around the legs
and pulled.

"Scully! Go away! Don't come in!" he shouted as he wrestled with Fowley for
control of her weapon. She felt herself losing her grip and took the
opportunity to knee Mulder in the abdomen, right over his surgical scar. Mulder
released his hold on the gun, losing his breath. He immediately grabbed his
side and rolled away from her.

Scully and Spender were in the hallway when they heard some commotion coming
from Mulder's apartment.

"She's already here," Spender said. "Look, I have an idea. Give me my gun
back. I'll pretend you're my prisoner."

Scully gave him a look of obvious disbelief.

"Empty it first if you want!" he started. "We don't have much time!" he
implored.

Scully heard a loud cry from Mulder. She took the clip and the chambered bullet
from Spender's gun and gave it back to him. She put her own gun into her coat
pocket and opened the door. Despite what Spender had told her, it was still a
shock to see Fowley alive and kicking, kicking Mulder to be exact, in Mulder's
apartment.

"Mulder!" she cried, starting to run to his prone form.

"Ah, ah, ah," Fowley tsked, pointing her gun at Scully.

Scully stopped short, raised her hands.

"Welcome Agent Scully," Fowley greeted her.

"I brought her, just like you said," Spender put in.

"Mulder are you okay?" Scully called over.

Mulder nodded silently, still trying to catch his breath.

"Why are you doing this Diana?" Scully asked.

"You were in the way," she started. "We needed the boy. Daddy thought, oh, you
do know who Daddy is now, don't you?" she asked Scully.

"Agent Spender filled me in on the family tree," Scully replied with a sneer.

"Anyway, we thought we would throw Fox here off if I showed up again," she
began. "But apparently he's `done okay without me' she quoted. "No doubt,
because of you," she continued, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"Look, Diana," Mulder said weakly. "You got the boy. Why don't you, `Daddy'
and baby brother Jeff here just take your family vacation to Disneyworld now and
leave us alone, huh?" he finished.

"Wish I could Fox. But that would leave loose ends. You know that," she
replied. "I've got an idea! Why don't we kill both of you and leave you in a
compromising position for AD Skinner to find! Wouldn't that be fun?"

She then pointed her gun at Scully.

"Shall we start with you, Dana?" she asked. "That way Fox can watch."

Scully started to reach into her pocket for her gun when Spender lunged at
Fowley.

"NOOO!!!" he cried.

Fowley redirected the aim of her gun and shot Spender, point blank. She was
about to turn toward Scully when she felt the white-hot pain in her chest. She
looked surprised and angry all at once before falling to the floor next to
Spender. Mulder watched as their blood mingled in a pool on his living room
floor in front of him. Scully quickly went to the two and cleared the weapons
from their hands. She checked for pulses. She found none. She looked toward
Mulder and shook her head at his silent question.

"How about you?" she asked, sitting next to him, now. "Are you okay?"

"I'll be okay," he managed to get out. "You're sure she's dead this time?" he
asked timidly.

"Yeah, Mulder. I'm sure," she replied.

End

So? Are you all happy now? Especially you Darkstryder! Ding-Dong the bitch is
dead! Now let's all go see the movie and have my story lines shot to hell!