From: "Angel Brown" Date: Tue, 06 Mar 2001 13:16:42 -0500 Subject: skinner's concern Title: Skinner's Concern Author: Angel Brown Rating: NC-17 Keyword: Scully/Skinner romance Spoilers: Season 8 Summary: Skinner stops by Scully's apartment to see how she's handling things. Disclaimer: Scully, Skinner, Mulder, Maggie, CSM, Kirsch and Doggett are not mine; never will be. I don't make money from writing these; I just love writing sexy scenes with Scully in them. No harm intended. Archive: Sure. Just as long as you give me credit as the author and let me know. Feedback: always welcome! XxXx Scully's Apartment The thunder boomed and the rain pelted loudly against the bathroom window as Dana Scully wiped her face with a cool, wet cloth. She had just finished retching in the commode; her first sign of "morning sickness" even though it was night. "Why not?" she thought to herself, "Nothing else about this pregnancy was normal. But wait, didn't her mother say she had "morning sickness" at night when she was pregnant with Melissa? Maybe she should call her and ask? It would be good to confide in her mom that she was finally going to have a baby." She walked out into the living room and dialed the phone. After two rings, the answering machine picked up, " Hi, this is Margaret Scully. Please leave a message." "Mom, it's Dana. I...ahhh...I'm sorry I haven't called in awhile...and...I've been busy with work and ...ahhh...with something (heavy sigh) else that I should probably tell you about in person. Umm...I mean...ahhh...I don't know if you're in town or if you're checking your messages. (tears welled up in her big blue eyes) But...umm...I really need to see you and talk to you. There's a lot of stuff that's going on with me right now and...umm...I just really need to talk (her voice broke with a choked sob)." The phone line clicked and she thought maybe her mother was just screening her calls or in the bathroom. "Mom?" she inquired with a hopeful voice. Nothing. No one picked up the phone. That was odd. That noise really sounded like someone picked up the phone. She hung up with tears streaming down her face. A girl really did need her mother at a time like this. As soon as she hung up the phone, it rang. She immediately picked it up, "Mom?" "No. It's me. Skinner," reverberated the deep voice on the other end of the phone. "Oh. Sorry." "If you were expecting a call from your mother I can hang up." "No," she sniffled, " No; that's okay. What can I do for you, Sir?" "I...ahhhh... I was just wondering how you're doing." "I'm," her voice broke, "fine." "Agent Scully, are you crying?" "No...yes...I..." "Hey, I'm just sitting here at the office going nuts. Why don't I stop by." "There's no need. I'll be fine. Really," she said through her tears. "You don't sound like you should be alone. I'm coming over." "There's no need. Really." "Look, I'm the only one who knows what you're going through. You sound like you could use someone to talk to. I'm coming over." She said, "Okay. You're right; I do need to talk." "Good. I'll see you soon." Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. She quickly wiped away her tears and pointed her pistol at the door. "Who is it?" "It's me, Skinner." She cautiously opened the door while holding her gun in the other hand, still readied for protection. Relief came to her face when she saw it was indeed her boss. "Hi. Come on in," she invited. The big man stepped inside. "You look like Hell. Why were you pointing a gun at me?" "I've just been through a little scare. I thought my land lord was ...ahh...I don't know what I thought he was...but...I heard a noise and went to investigate. He was just on the roof fixing something; I was ready to shoot him. And when I came back, my lap top had been stolen." Concern spread across his masculine features. "Do you have any idea who did this? Did you see anything?" "No," tears welled up in her sapphire eyes. "My land lord thought he saw Mulder in front of my door." "That's impossible." "I know." Her voice broke as she brushed back the fresh tears. He tilted her chin up with his hand and looked into her eyes. "We'll find him," he pledged. Tears trickled down her pretty cheeks. "He's gone. They took him." Skinner enfolded her in his strong arms. "They took you and gave you back." "What if he never comes back?" she sobbed. "I'll always be here for you," he vowed as he tenderly kissed the top of her head. She burrowed against his chest, seeking comfort. He was amazed that she lingered in his arms. They had always shared a fondness for one another, but maintained a professional distance. Everyone at the Bureau knew she was Mulder's property, and now, Mulder was gone. He rubbed her back, relishing the intimate contact. She pulled free from his embrace. "You want some tea?" "Only if you do." "Always politically correct, aren't you?" "What?" he forced his voice to sound light. "You never say what's really on your mind. You hold everything in." "I could say the same about you, Agent Scully." "See, there you go. Agent Scully. You come over here telling me I need a friend, and yet, you're using formal titles, Assistant Director Skinner." "Look, Dana, it's hard knowing where to draw the line with you. I'm your supervisor. It's not like Mulder, you're partners. Partner's sometimes get close. The Bureau doesn't like it, but they can over look it." The redhead put her hands on her hips. "Just what are you implying, Walter?" "Come on, everybody knows that you and Mulder..." he looked down at the floor, embarrassed at the turn in the conversation. "That Mulder and I what?" she demanded. "Look, you don't have to hide it from me any more, Dana. You already told me you're pregnant. It's obvious who the father is." "Oh, really?!!" She was hot now, puffing up her chest, toe to toe with her boss. "Come off it, Dana! Your baby belongs to Mulder; admit it!" His dark eyes were smouldering. "I don't know who the baby belongs to! It could be anyone, even CGB Spender!" she spat out. "Spender?" Tears sprang to her eyes once again. "He drugged me when I went away with him. I was out cold for several hours. I woke up in his bed wearing pajamas." Skinner's expression once again mirrored his concern for his favorite agent. "Did he rape you?" "Not in the conventional way. There was no evidence of semen. But that doesn't mean he couldn't have had someone implant a zygote inside my womb. The timings right." He held her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. "Do you even want to keep this baby?" She began crying all over again. "I don't know." She shook her head. "I've wanted to be a mother all my life. I'm Catholic and even though I'm a medical doctor, I do not approve of abortion." "I'm sorry, Dana. I had no idea. I just assumed that you and Mulder were...involved." She smiled ruefully. "Fat chance. I mean, there were times when, I really thought there could be a relationship between us. But, it never developed. I guess it's best that we weren't involved; I manage to make a mess out of all my relationships with men. I keep looking for my father and I never seem to find him." "I'm sorry." "Are you?" she challenged with an arched eyebrow. "I always thought you were attracted to me." "Me? Attracted to you?" "Are you saying you don't find me attractive?" "No, I'm not saying that. I do find you very attractive." He felt foolish. She came very close to him. "So, you wanna be my daddy for the night?" she taunted. "You don't mean that, Dana. You're just upset." "Oh, I do mean it, Walter. I've had my eye on you for quite sometime. You have quite a body." "I'm flattered, really I am, but..." Her fingers were toying with the buttons of his white shirt. "I know how you look at me. I've watched your reactions to me every time I cross my legs in your office. I know you want me." He felt his groin stiffen in response to her closeness. "Umm...Dana, I can't." "Of course you can," she said as she ran her fingers along the stiffness behind his zipper. "What about Mulder?" "We won't tell him." She voratiously took him on her couch with a passion Walter Skinner had not witnessed in his entire life. Their fierce romp left him week in the knees. He breathlessly took his leave of her as soon as he could. It was the most tremendous sexual experience of his life, yet it left him plagued with guilt. He should not have had sex with a subordinate; it was strictly prohibited by the Bureau. And, Dana Scully was defianately Fox Mulder's girl. He worried that he took advantage of a woman he cared about when she was vulnerable. This was not like him at all. XxXx Dana felt like a tramp for the first time in her life. She threw herself at her boss like a common whore. She had always liked Skinner, thought he was hot, and secretly fantasized about him, but she was not in love with him. She loved Fox Mulder. She used Walther Skinner as a sexual object to ease her long pent up frustrations. This was the first time in her life she had ever had sexu with someone she was not in love with. Yeah, she came like a wild woman, but her temporary euphoria was followed by an emptiness she could barely endure. She was glad Skinner left in a hurry. What meust he be thinking of her? She began to cry. What would Mulder think of her actions if her ever found out? She wished she could go to him right now. It felt like all she had ever wanted in her life was to be with Mulder; he was the completion of her soul. And now, he was gone and she never even had the guts to tell him how much she desperately loved him and wanted to share his bed. XxXx 1 AM She drove around aimlessly for hours trying to out run her shame. She found herself at Mulder's apartment. If she couldn't be with him, she could at least surround herself with all that was left of him. She forelornly looked around his home and noticed that his computer was gone too; more of Doggett's handiwork , she presumed. She used to come her and feed the fish for him when he was away. But this tiem it was different, she feared he would not return. It maginified her loneliness somehow. The place felt as empty as her soul. She wandered to the bedroom and picked up a dirty t-shirt off the floor.It smelled of his masculine, sweaty scent. Her tears burst from her eyes. She loved him so very much! Her body ached for him. She sadly lay down on the bed, clutching his shirt to her breast. If only she had gotten into bed with him that night she fell asleep on his couch when he came back from England. Maybe he would have made love to her then. She would have at least had a memory of one night of sharing herself with him completely. But, it was too late now. All she had left of Fox Mudler were "maybes" and "what ifs". The thoughts of a possible life with him broke her heart. She wept in his bed until she fell asleep. She dreamed of Mulder being tortured by aliens. XxXx Helena, Montana A Few Months Later Dana Scully had difficulty sleeping after seeing the ravaged form of Teresa Hosey. The mutilation of her body eerily resembled the damage done to Mulder in her dreams. Were here dreams in fact reality? Did her connection to Mulder surpass the bonds of earth? How could she sleep with questions like these wracking her brain? If she weren't pregnant she could take something to help her sleep. After tossing and tuning for hours, she fell into a fitful slumber plagued with more nightmares of Mulder's torture. She awoke with a start...Mulder's body in her dream looked more like a corpse! Could he be dead?!! She quickly changed into her slacks and turtleneck and went outside; anything to keep her away from the lonely confines of her motel room. Lately, she had begun to know exactly how Mulder felt. His dreams often gave him nightmarish visions of his sister's abduction. He had been an insomniac most of his life because of them. Whenever they went on a case together, he often woke her up with his screams coming from the next room. She would always get up and check on him; many times they would find themselves outside looking at the stars. God, how she missed him! She wished she could talk to him. She so desperately needed to talk. Who could she talk to at this hour? John Doggett? No, he wouldn't understand. Skinner? Yeah, Skinner, he had always been there for her before. Feeling rather foolish, she went to his room and knocked on his door. "What if he's dead?" she asked when he opened the door. He had no answer for her. "I'm sorry," she looked at the floor, embarrassed, "I just had a bad dream," she confessed, looking like a little girl. He was standing in the doorway, freezing in his underwear in the chilly night air. He wondered if he should invite her in. Probably not. "I'll go get some clothes on." He shut the door and left her crying alone outside. He dressed quickly, reopened the door and found her gone. He stared into the blackness of the night, hoping he did not have to go find her in the cold. He saw her standing alone, staring up at the sky. He walked over to her. "I once had a talk with Mulder about starlight," she announced, "how it's billions of years old. The stars that are now long dead, whose light is still traveling through time. It won't die, that light. Maybe it's the only thing that never does." He looked at her, marveling at her beauty, wishing that she loved him instead of her lost partner. "He said that's where souls reside." She licked her pouty lips and then her chin quivered, threatening a cascade of new tears to be shed. "I hope he's right." Skinner placed one arm protectively around her shoulder. He wished he could take all of her pain away. He did love her so very much. "If you're trying to prepare yourself, I want you to stop," he advised. That was the role he was most comfortable with: advisor, mentor, boss. Lover was something he tried once and feared he miserably failed at. However, it was all he ever dreamed about. She began to cry in earnest. He chose to give her hope, " I get a sense that we are going to stumble over him in some field. Nothing says he won't be fine." She turned to him once more and buried her face against his chest as she did that night when her desperation got the better of her. He stroked her soft hair, feeling like a complete ass. He wanted her. He was hopelessly in love with a woman who was clearly in love with someone else. His heart screamed, "Forget him! Love me! I'm here, I'm holding you now, I'm not afraid of commitment, love me!" If only she would give him a chance, he would cherish her forever. He would love her child as his own no matter who the father was. He gently tilted her chin up and looked at the starlight reflected in her eyes. He had never seen a more beautiful woman. He slowly brought his mouth down upon hers. She allowed him to kiss her. It was a soft, tentative, first date kind of kiss. When he finished, she gazed up at him as if looking for answers. He had none to give her. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Walter," she paused, unsure of herself, "can I sleep in your room tonight?" He couldn't take this again; not another night of passion followed by incredible guilt. "Agent Scully, I don't think that's wise." "Please, I don't want to be alone. I can't face another nightmare alone," she begged. How could her refuse her? He loved her more than life itself; she meant more to him than his career with the Bureau. "Sure." They made their way back across the parking lot with their arms around each other, both fearing what tomorrow might bring.