Title: Return of the Sis
Author: stellar_dust
Pairing: Mulder/Scully, sorta
Warnings: Gratuitous Star Wars parody.
Rating: G
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Who is Diana ... really?
Disclaimer: So not mine.

Author's Note: I found this in my fic folder; I'm not sure
 if I ever posted it or not, or if I ever intended it to go
 anywhere. Regardless, it's hilarious, so here it is.


Diana knelt before Mulder's chair, grasping his hands like a 
dying woman. "There's more. It won't be easy for you to hear, 
Fox, but you must." She looked up into his eyes, and he stared 
back, forehead creased.

"Tonight I'm going to betray them, Fox, turn them over to the 
rebels. If I don't make it back, you're the only hope for Earth."

"Diana, don't talk that way. You have an understanding with 
them, a trust that I could *never* earn. We need you here; *I* 
need you."

"No." Diana smiled, shushing him. "You fight in your own way, 
Fox. In time, you'll learn to understand that, use it against 
them as surely as I hope to tonight."

She looked down at their clasped hands. "Resistance to the virus 
is strong in my family. My father has it, I have it, and - my 
brother has it." She held her breath, waiting for his response.

Comprehension dawned slowly on Mulder's face. "Oh, God," he 
whispered, stroking her cheek. "No, no, it can't be .. "

"Yes. It's me, Fox; it's always been me. And that's why I have 
to go."

"I know ..." Standing, Mulder pulled away from her, and turned 
to the window. The city was quiet, in muggy, complacent afternoon 
slumber. "Somehow .. I've always known."

"There's good in our father yet, Fox. I know it, I've talked 
with him. I can save him, I can bring him back to us. I have to 
try, and if I'm not there with him - tonight could be our last 
chance."

Mulder nodded. "Go."

Diana - Samantha - kissed him once on the cheek, and silently 
left. Mulder stood at the window, still, staring at nothing, 
until his cell phone rang in his pocket. He raised it to his 
ear. Scully.

"Mulder, what's going on?"

**************************

With a screech, Scully careened the car to the side of the road 
as the night sky lit up in flames before them. She and Mulder 
shot out of their seats, slamming the doors and scrambling to 
watch side by side as the Syndicate's funeral pyre wiped them 
out of existence forever.

Mulder's face was pinched and distracted; Scully eyed him 
warily, biting her lip. "I'm .. I'm sure Diana wasn't in that 
thing when it blew ...?"

"She wasn't." Mulder smiled, and his features lit up in wonder, 
as she'd never seen them before. "I can feel it."

Scully's heart sank to her toes. She tried valiantly to keep the 
bitterness and accusation from her voice. "You love her. Don't 
you."

With a quick shake of his head and a little smile, Mulder turned 
his attention completely to her. "Well, yes."

Scully nodded her head briskly and folded her arms across her 
chest, looking away and trying not to cry. "All right. I 
understand. Fine. When she comes back, I won't get in the way."

"Oh ..." Crap, Mulder thought, but couldn't keep the chuckle 
from bubbling out of his throat. "It's not like that at all." 
He reached out and turned Scully's chin to face him, smiling in 
comprehension and looking deep into her eyes. "She's my *sister*."

"What - " Scully gaped. Suddenly her bones didn't seem to work 
anymore. "But - Saman -"

Sure of himself for once in his life, Mulder grinned and pulled 
her in for a long, deep, exultant kiss.

Astonished, Scully kissed him back, and her eyes rolled open in 
wonder as the last sparks from the hangar lit up the horizon in 
a glorious display.

It looked like everything was finally going to be all right.