Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 20:05:23 EST
Subject: xfc: NEW: "Yes" by Sister
Source: xfc

SisterSpooky17@hotmail.com

Author: Sister
Title: Yes
Classification: V, A 
Summary: Musings during a long drive
Rating: PG 
Spoilers: Requiem and Within 
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are the property 
of 1013 production and Fox. Can I have Skinner?
Feedback: Yes at Sisterspooky17@hotmail.com
Archive: Sure. Just e-mail me and let me know where
Author's Notes: at the end
Big Thanks: To my dear SueBee, whose "itty bitty bit of tweaking" pulled this 
thing together

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What would I give to see his face again? I'd pay any price. 
To just for a moment feel the kind of irritation that only he 
can bring. 

I remember putting my arms around him in a tight hug before 
our last trip together, trying to infuse some sort of protection 
over him through my embrace.  We were right in the middle of 
the hall in the J. Edgar Hoover building where everyone could see. 

I didn't care and neither did he. Let them look. 
I'm proud to call that man my friend. 
I want him back.  I tried selling my soul to the devil, but he 
wouldn't answer the phone. 

My career is tanking.  I feel the slide as if it were a 
physical experience. My association with him has brought me 
years of trouble, but never this kind of complete ridicule. 
I should care, I really should. But I don't. 

As the Arizona desert flies past, I wonder if this is a wild goose 
chase. I think of Gibson Praise. That name brings back 
memories of his passion, his belief that this child held the key to 
everything. Maybe we are just on a journey to celebrate his crusade 
for the truth. 

Snoring. 

She has managed to fall asleep completely upright and clutching the map.
Good to see her resting, although her face is far from peaceful. 
She trusted me to watch his back. I failed to do that, so I am the 
cause of those haunting dreams. She lacks peace because of me. 

We are more than boss and employee. She's my friend. 
It took a few years, but now she trusts me and trust is everything 
to them.

Earlier, she told me that she hasn't spoken to her mother. 
I'm the only one that knows and I feel honored. 
Unfortunately, curiosity is getting the best of me. I must try to 
remember that if she wanted me to know, she would have told 
me. 

Damn. What's the matter with me? Thank God she's 
still asleep. Got to get this under control before she wakes up. 

"Skinner?" 

"Scully, go back to sleep, please" 

"Do you want me to drive now?" 

"No, I want you to sleep. I'll need your help navigating in about 
an hour, until then, sleep." 

"Ok, thanks" 

"Scully?" 

"Yes?" 

"Is the baby..."? 

"Yes" 



The End 

Note: This is the result of spending the last six months wondering what in
the world Skinner must be thinking. Happy Holidays!