"Married?" Dana yelled.

"Shh! Don't give him another reason to stare." Chanel whispered angrily.

"I'm sorry... Married? To whom?" Dana demanded.

"I'll show you." Chanel said as she motioned for Dana to follow her.

Married? Dana thought to herself. I cannot believe this! Especially after the whole thing in the closet. She felt betrayed. She felt embarrassed.

She followed Chanel down the hall until they reached a glass cabinet. Inside were plaques titled, Agent of the Semester. Dana began to eye them all, apparently Mulder's bride was in there somewhere. She saw blonde and brunette women, all gorgeous, skinny, and according to their plaques, very successful.

"That's her." Chanel said as she pressed her finger to the glass.

Dana moved over and peered where her finger tip sat.

"Diana Fowely?" Dana said puzzled.

Chanel nodded as she bit her lip.

"Chanel, she looks like a forty year old man in a wig. I cannot believe this. How on earth-"

"I don't know the whole story, but apparently her and Fox knew each other at Oxford, briefly dated. She was graduating the year he was a freshman. She enrolled in Quantico and when she finished her training she stayed here and waited for her 'Foxy Mulder' to get back home."

Dana stared into the brown, plain, eyes of Diana Fowely- uh- Diana Mulder. Her stomach began to turn at the thought of him being married to such a witch. And Foxy Mulder? Complete gagsville.

"Agent Mulder doesn't seem like the type to commit to one woman, let alone marry one. I mean, I didn't even see a ring on his finger!" Dana exclaimed. She caught her slip up after she made the ring statement. Crap.

"Dana, how would you-"

"I mean, I was just speculating. I haven't had a close look at Agent Mulder's hands nor have I spoken to him... I swear." Dana was a horrible liar. She knew she was busted.

"Dana, have you been spending time with Agent Mulder?" Chanel inquired of the timid redhead.

Dana began to break into a cold sweat. Her lip quivered and she nervously backed into the glass case, causing it to rattle and the plaques to shake.

"Alright," Dana breathed, "Yes. Yes I have. We've spoken a few times, that's all." She was as red as a tomato, which didn't compliment her hair color at all.

"You seem rather upset for someone that's just spoken to him. What really happened?"

The words Mulder had written on the note flashed in her mind Trust No One. She blanked for a second.

"What happened?" Chanel asked once more.

"Look, we talked a few times after class and I believed that he had shown a bit of interest in me, but now I don't think that he did."

Of course he did. Stop lying to yourself.

"Oh Dana, I'm sorry."

"I feel betrayed." She sighed.

"Come here." Chanel said with her arms out, offering a hug.

Dana hugged her and vowed to never speak of this moment, or Diana Fowely again. However, she knew it would be hard not to think about her.

~

Dana sat quietly at her desk in Psychology and Criminal Behavior. She looked around for Mulder, but he was nowhere in sight. He never showed up, actually. Dr. Rasmussen made a rather odd comment about him not making it to class as he took roll:

"I never thought that I'd be happy to see an absent student, but I am beaming." After his comment, the class all nodded and laughed in agreement. Dana found this odd. Incredibly odd. She thought about it for a few moments, but as class started, she soon brushed it off.

"Now, Students. If you will turn to page 179 in your textbook you will find our next unit: Brain Chemistry."

Dana opened her book and flipped to the page. She found another note laid flat inside on the exact page they were instructed to turn to. She rolled her eyes, and opened it up. It read:

10:00
You know where,
Spooky

Dana folded the note up with a disgusted look. Of course he wants to meet after lights out; so he can snog me without anyone to listen. She thought.

Dana looked in the dark corner where the cigarette man usually stood. To her surprise, he wasn't there. She wondered where he was. Does he have Mulder? She questioned. No. That's insane, Dana. She told herself.

Class ended, and she began to walk to her dorm she couldn't help but  think of Mulder, his wife, and how he targeted her, out of everyone else to be his ally. Yes, they had a similar experience: passing out all alone, but she couldn't have been the only one on campus to pass out recently. Could she? And did this experience truly link them as tightly as he said? Dana was as confused as ever and she suddenly didn't feel so keen on confiding in Fox Spooky Mulder.

~

At ten o'clock Dana reluctantly crept out of her bed, and slowly tiptoed down the stairs, and then to the janitor closet on the first floor. She told herself that she was only meeting him to give him a piece of her mind. She was giving up on the whole ally crap. She didn't have time to play games. Certainly not with a married man.

Dana stood at the door, pulling down her nightshirt, hoping that the married man wouldn't be aroused by her bare legs and lacy underwear.  She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door up, making sure that it didn't creak or whine as she did so. She stepped in and whispered, "You're nuts for thinking this is a good idea. We could get kicked out for being up after lights out. Not to mention, I know your secret-" 

Just then, before she finished her sentence, a hand latched over Dana's mouth. She struggled and kicked the perpetrator. Bottles of cleaning solution and mops began to fall with thunderous clashes. She began to grow weak and before she could even scream everything went black.