From: "Danielle T." Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 19:02:47 -0400 Subject: Long Day (Humor Version) by Danielle T. Source: direct Title: Long Day (Humor Version) Author: Danielle T. Eamil Address: angelinthefbi@hotmail.com Distribution Statement: Please ask me. I'd be happy to give you my story but I want to know where it is going. Spoilers: Sein und Zeit Rating: PG Classification: V, H, Skinner POV Summary: The end of a long day for Skinner. Acknowledgments: Thanks to bugs for everything. Author's Notes: There is two versions of this story. I had an idea and I could see two ways to tell it. The first version is titled 'Long Day (Angst Version)'. Let me know which one you prefer. This is my first attempt at fanfic. Long Day (Version 2) It's been a long day. A slew of meetings has left my body stiff and my mind bored. I love my job as Assistant Director but sometimes, like today, it can get boring. I have to make a short stop first but then I get to go home and relax. Once home, I plan to get some food in my stomach. Maybe I'll order in Chinese. Then I'll watch a movie. "Good night, WalterSkinner," my secretary says as I lock up my office. "Good night to you too," I respond. She calls me Walter Skinner all the time now, ever since she forgot my name at a Christmas party, to show she remembers it. Kind of an inside joke between us. In the elevator, I take another look at the fax in my hand, which is the reason I have to make a brief stop at Agent Mulder's apartment. The fax is a copy of the police report of a recent case of Agents Mulder and Scully. After hearing Mulder and Scully's take on the case, the police report, thought not intended to be, is amusing, and sadly, the highlight of my day. Since the final conclusion of the case is so far from what Mulder proposed happened, I'm gonna get a kick out of his reaction to it. I smile as I get into my car, imagining that reaction. He will probably explain to me, again, what happened. Then, after I leave, stay up half the night re-evaluating his career. Mulder and Scully have caused me nonstop grief, pain, and worry but I guess I've done the same to them. I've worked with them seven years. My relationship with them changes a lot. They either trust me or hate me. Right now we are on good terms and trust each other. They are both excellent agents whom I greatly respect but sometimes they keep me guessing. No, they *always* keep me guessing. I never would have guessed I'd find Scully at Mulder's apartment the morning after his mother's death. I get out of my car and start towards Mulder's apartment. Looking at my watch, I realize it is later than I thought, 8:23 PM. I stayed late at work and must have lost track of time. I have a great secretary who stays late to help me finish up. I look up at his window. His light is on. He's home. I yank open the entry door and head to the elevator. I knock on his door. Come on Mulder, I want to make this quick so I can get home. I've had a long day. My stomach rumbles. I haven't eaten in a while. I hear frenzied movement inside the apartment. Probably watching porno again. I smile and rap on the door again...Come on... The door opens. There stands Scully, her hair tousled, wearing one of Mulder's shirts and nothing else. Whoa...what...how? "What...what is going on here?" I manage to get out. Scully looks startled. What do they think they're doing? Mulder comes to the door wearing nothing but sweatpants. My head starts to pound. What is going on? Were they actually having sex? Is this their first time? No, I have a feeling it isn't. I've seen them in intimate situations before. Lately they've been more ..intimate. They ARE having sex. "How long has this been going on?" I demand. I push myself into the apartment and slam the door. "How long has what been going on?" Scully asks then glances at Mulder. She must be noticing my frenzied state. "Sir, are you okay?" "Don't play dumb with me. I figured out what's going on between you two. You're sleeping together." I put my hands on my hips and take another step towards them. They look confused. If I wasn't so angry, I might wonder why they look confused. "Sir, we are not sleeping together," Mulder says slowly. What did he just say? My face turns red. I'm really embarrassed. Wait, why are they half-naked? "You thought we were..." Scully says, realizing what is happening. She and Mulder exchange glances as though they are deciding what to do. Perhaps feeling the need to explain, she says, "We were painting Mulder's apartment." I suddenly realize that I am standing on a plastic covering and the smell of paint is all around me. "We had an accident," she adds. "We spilled paint all over ourselves and were in the process of changing, separately, when you knocked." Mulder says smugly. He is grinning from ear to ear. "Oh," is all I manage to get out. I am humiliated. I just came here to give Mulder something and end up falsely accusing him of sleeping with his partner. This is great. "Uh, I came here to drop this off." I hand him the fax. Nervously I say, "Agents this will, uh, stay between us." "Of course," Mulder replies. He bursts out laughing. Scully is biting her lip but it's not working. She bursts out laughing too. "Wanna lend a hand?" Mulder asks, holding up a paintbrush. "No, uh, that's okay." I walk out the door, face still beet red, and start towards my car. In the car I sit and think. Why did I automatically assume the worst? I buckle my seat belt. I normally don't assume the worst unless I'm afraid of something. What am I afraid of? I put the keys in the ignition and start the car. As much as I'm trying not to, my thoughts keep drifting to Scully. How she looked wearing nothing but Mulder's shirt. She looked good. I tighten my hands on the steering wheel...and realize what I'm afraid of: my true feelings towards Agent Scully. I'm afraid to acknowledge that I have romantic feelings towards her. I put the car in reverse, ready to back out. I have romantic feelings for Scully--what am I going to do? I realize I've been holding my breath. I breathe and swallow the lump in the back of my throat. I quickly back the car out, intent on getting home and getting something to eat. I've had a long day. Author's Notes: What did you think? Let me know.