Title:Breaching Protocol Author: Jvantheterrible Rating: NC-17, of course! Smut. Skinner and Scully, getting it on. Doing the wild thing, baby. Yeah, violence too (eventually). IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT, DON'T READ THIS! Spoilers: Nope, not even if you beg. Some allusions to past shows..you'll know when you read them. Story: Yep. As in, there is one. As in, hope you like it. As in...oh screw this. Just read the damn thing. Category: Skinner/Scully Disclaimer: They are not mine. No matter how many pennies I throw in the fountain and wish upon, they will never be mine. Skinner, Scully, Mulder and the rest of the damn lot belong to Chris "Surf's Up" Carter, 1013 and InFront Productions, and Fox TV. Blah, blah, blah, I'm not making any money from this, just exercising my creative writing skills...I wanna' be like Red! (Thanks for your awesome feedback, Red...you rock! Ditto to Trajan, and mlb..Hell, to ALL the SIS writers...you're very inspiring!) Author's Note: Wow. My first attempt. Being a Skinnerotica Virgin (God knows that's the only way I'll ever be one again, and now, that's gone too), I need all the feedback I can get..please be gentle (or not..I like it rough...sometimes) with me at Rllnslvr@aol.com (Hey, let me know too, if it's easy to read w/this font...I tried to make it easy on the eyes.) Also, thanks Jill, for the GagReels tape...wow. Mitch IS a big boy, isn't he!!!! Whoa, baby. Talk about inspiration. Yummy. And by the way...Mr. Carter, AND Mr. McFarlane, why was there never a Walter Skinner action figure made? They may have sold better than Mulder and Scully!!! Those aliens are fun, though!! So, I'm 28...so, I'm a woman....Goddammit, the box says 'Ages 5 and Up'...... ___________________________________________________ _______________________ Breaching Protocol by Jvantheterrible Scully typed furiously on her laptop, eager to finish her report before it got too much later; she still had to pack for the weekend. "Hey, Scully," Mulder said, "you're going to give yourself Carpal Tunnel Syndrome." He sat across from her, staring, attempting unsuccessfully to distract his partner. "Don't you have something to do, Mulder?" Scully stopped typing for a moment to watch him play 'pick up sticks' w/his various writing instruments, wondering how in the Hell he ever got his reports done. "Besides, if you get Carpal Tunnel," Mulder continued, "it'll make it really difficult for you and Skinner to----" "Mulder, don't you DARE go there," Scully hissed, her blue eyes narrowing at him. He simply grinned, and gave up. He had more pressing issues... like, getting that #2 Ticonderoga out from under the Pilot pen, without disturbing the Sharpie. (Trademark/Copyright alert...no infringement intended! No money being made!) "Scully, where ARE you going this weekend, anyway?" "It's a surprise, Mulder. He won't tell me." She slipped a disk in her hard drive, and downloaded her report, watching the overgrown child across from her. She smiled to herself, trying to figure out how in the world he made as much money as she did. "Gee, Scully, that's so romaaaaaantic," Mulder snickered. "Mulder, do you know what I could do to you with those pencils?" She arched an eyebrow at him, and he laughed out loud. "Oooh, Scully, I love it when you talk rough....do it again?" Mulder loved that eyebrow thing that she did all the time. He liked to irritate her sometimes on purpose, just so he could see it. Try as he might, he just couldn't get it down. "In your dreams, Mulder." Scully's report had finished, and she ejected the disk, bending over to grab her purse out of her desk. "I have to run this up to Skinner. Have a nice weekend, Mulder." "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Mulder shouted after her. "Gee, Mulder, that doesn't really leave much." Scully boarded the elevator laughing, and rode up to Skinner's floor. Dana Katherine Scully had not had a vacation in over 5 years. The one time she had tried, she had gone to New England, and what a mess THAT had been. So much for the relaxing weekend she had envisioned...she had a pretty good inkling that this weekend would turn out just fine. She entered Skinner's reception area, greeting Kimberly politely. Mulder was the only one at the Bureau who knew about her and Skinner, for obvious reasons. Rules, regulations, blah blah blah. "Hello, Agent Scully. Go right in. He's expecting you." Scully opened the door and entered the A.D.'s office, being careful to close and then lock the door behind her. It was their new rule...anytime they had a meeting together, just the two of them, they made sure to take all precautions. They even had to speak quietly, just in case the office was bugged....of course, the Lone Gunmen helped out there (bug detection device currently patent pending), and as of last weekend, Skinner's office was clean. Just the same.....never can be too careful. They had learned that lesson over and over again, thank you very much. Scully never got used to walking into his office and seeing him, so broad and handsome behind his desk. Whoever would have thought that fluorescent lighting could be so....complimentary? He was always the vision of perfection. Broad shoulders, heavily starched white shirt, perfectly knotted tie, tortoise-shell wirerims framing his beautiful brown eyes...and oh, that cleft in his chin. And just never even MIND about when he was standing, and that ass, in his dress slacks.... "Ahem," Scully mocked clearing her throat, and couldn't even muster a glance out of Skinner. "Have a seat, Agent Scully," Skinner said, his voice..dare she even think it....surly. "Thank you, sir," she replied throatily. He raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze still not leaving the papers on his desk. She smiled anyway, knowing that she could out-arch him anyDAY, anyWAY. "I hear you are taking the day off tomorrow, Agent Scully." "Yes sir, that is correct. I finished my report." She stood and placed the disk in his IN basket, on the corner of his large mahogany desk, then returned to her chair. "Good. I would hate to think that you might shirk your duties, in light of your long weekend." He looked at her now, a slight smile playing across his lips, and her heart began to beat faster just from the sight of it. "Oh, no sir..I would never DREAM of slacking off. That is Agent Mulder's job, you know." She shifted in her seat, feigning discomfort, crossing and uncrossing her legs for exaggeration. "Ah, yes, how is Agent Mulder's report coming along?" He watched her moving around in her chair, his pants suddenly feeling restrictive, becoming slightly tighter as he watched her squirm in her black suit, skirt just above her knees. "Well, sir, at the moment, he is engaged in a compelling exercise testing the gravitational endurance of certain writing utensils. But I think he is on the verge of writing some damn fine material." She continued to fidget, watching his face as she did, and knowing that he was probably not going to stand up for several moments---after all...grown men did NOT carry big notebooks around with them. "Why am I not surprised...Agent Scully, are you alright? Do you need another seat?" Skinner bit his tongue to keep from laughing at her. He was attempting to maintain the "Bad-Ass A.D. Scowl", but he was pretty sure that didn't work on her anymore. "Oh, yes sir, I thought you would never ask," Scully said, smiling coyly, and she jumped out of the chair and walked around his desk. He watched her as she purposely walked very slowly towards him, making sure that she shook her hips for all she was worth... "Agent Scully," Skinner growled at her, clenching his teeth as she reached his chair and rolled it out from behind his desk, falling into his lap as soon as there was enough room for her to do so, "may I remind you that you are a Federal Agent under my command?" "Oh, yes sir, please do," she whispered in his ear, "and I plan to be under you for quite some time...and over you...and on you..and so on," she finished, nibbling his earlobe, his erection digging pleasurably into her ass, even through all of the clothing separating them. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, and she wrapped hers around his muscular neck, planting a kiss firmly on his lips, a hint of red remaining on his lips when she had finished. "Did you lock the door, Dana?" "No, Walter, I thought it might be fun if Kimberly came in and found us like this. You know, give the secretary pool something to talk about at the watercooler." She laughed as he squeezed her even tighter, and then she joked, "So, sir, anything important COME UP this afternoon, or are we still on?" "You are rotten to the core, Dana, do you know that? I have to finish up some paperwork before I COME to pick you up, and just look what you've done to me." He kissed her neck and grabbed her hips, setting her back on her feet in front of him. "I will be at your apartment at 7:00 P.M. SHARP. Are you all ready to go?" "Where ARE we going, anyway? And no, I haven't packed yet. I figured you could give me a hint and make that task a little easier for me." "I'm not telling. Just bring comfortable clothes and walking shoes....or none at all," his brown eyes gleamed at her, giving hergoosebumps instantly, "you know me. I'm not all that picky." "SIR! You are insatiable!" She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss, and as she turned to leave, he smacked her playfully on the bottom, causing her to gasp slightly. She looked back over her shoulder at him and blew him a kiss before she opened the door to go, and he smiled at her. Walter shook his head and sat back down behind his desk, wondering if he should call Mulder and ask him if his report was finished, but he knew better. He sighed, glad that at least ONE of his agents had the sense to do things by the book...most days, anyway. Scully reached her apartment around 5:00, having left slightly early to get ready to leave. She hated to sit in traffic....it was a HUGE waste of time, as far as she was concerned. Hell, as far as MOST people were concerned. It was Thursday, though, and even at 4:30, it wasn't bad. Only took her half an hour to get home. As soon as she entered her apartment, she whipped off her black FBI-issued trenchcoat, and checked her answering machine. "*BEEP* You have one new message. Thursday, 4:45 PM...Hey Scully, it's me, Mulder and I was just making sure that you were going to take your cellphone with you, because you know, what if Skinner's car breaks down or something...you can never be too careful. Anyway, I'll miss you this weekend. Give me a call if you want to. Or maybe I'll call you. Are you sure you have to go away, Scully? Are you there, Scully? Are you just not answering? Scully, talk to me....okay. Bye. Have fun. Bye." Mulder didn't like it when Scully was away from him. Not even for a day, let alone three. If he couldn't call and drag her out on some wild alien or mutant chase at 3 in the morning, his life just wasn't complete. "Sorry, Mulder," she said aloud, "you don't get to come on THIS trip. Thank God!" Scully loved Mulder very much, but sometimes, she really wanted to just be alone. And that was not possible with Fox Mulder around, which he always was. Anymore, however, she didn't want to be alone so much as she wanted to be with Walter S. Skinner. Her boss. Her lover. She wasn't sure exactly when she had fallen for him...could've been while she was going through her cancer ordeal, and he was always sneaking around the hospital checking up on her. Or maybe while she had been there for him after he was shot, or when Krycek had almost killed him with the mystery virus. All she knew was that at some point, she had seen him as a man. Not as her boss, not as the surly Kiss-My-Ass-istant Director of the F.B. fucking I, but as the beautiful, sensitive, intelligent man that he was. It didn't matter. Not anymore. All that mattered was that they had found each other, past all of the bureaucratic bullshit, past all of the hidden agendas and conspiracies and deals. And this weekend, she was going to tell him that she loved him. She packed her bag, including everything she figured she'd need except for her beauty case...she still had to shower, and even though she didn't need makeup, she liked to use just a little to accentuate her ice-blue eyes, and make her perfectly formed pouty lips stand out. She stripped and stepped into the shower, using her favorite shampoo and scented body wash...this was going to be a special occasion, she smiled to herself, one that neither of them would soon, no...never, forget. She finished up in the bathroom, drying her hair and selecting blue jeans and a cropped green velour sweater as her apparel for the evening, finished off with thick knit socks and her hiking boots. She had a feeling that they might be headed for the mountains; Walter so loved the outdoors. It was the perfect time of year, too....Spring just heading in, warm enough in the days for just a sweater, and at night, a fire in the fireplace...or so she hoped. She checked the clock----it was 6:40, and the doorbell rang. He was early, and she was thankful for her efficiency in getting ready. He hated to be delayed, and so did she, especially if it would cut into their time together in any way. She opened the door, and laughed as he grabbed her and lifted her into his strong arms, kissing her as if he hadn't seen her in weeks. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, making him groan into her mouth as their tongues danced feverishly. "My, that's quite a greeting, Dana," Walter laughed, setting her back down. He looked gorgeous, she thought to herself. He was wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, black boots, and a black leather bomber jacket. "Let me get my bag, and we can be on our way," Scully said, heading for the couch. *RING* "Damn phone, always when I'm on my way out the door...Hello?" No one responded. "Hello?" Still no reply. She hung up the phone with a shrug, and Skinner took the bag out of her hands and slung it over his shoulder. "Must have been a wrong number," Scully said to Walter, and with that, they left the apartment. She locked the door, and they made out like horny teenagers in the elevator as they rode down to his car. A beautiful Silver/Blue Mercedes Benz. Leather interior. Walter opened the car door for Scully, and put her bag in the trunk with his. He got in the car and started the engine, leaning over to kiss her briefly as he buckled up his seatbelt. "Well, Walter, where ARE we off to? Hmmmm?" Scully queried, and Skinner just smiled at her, pulling out into the flow of cars. "Wouldn't you like to know, Dana." "Yes, I would. Are you kidnapping me, Mr. Skinner?" Scully asked, raising her right eyebrow at him. "Just relax. You'll see soon enough." "HOW soon?" "Dana," Walter growled at her, "patience, my dear. Okay. About 2 hours. That's all you get." "Oh, I sincerely HOPE that's not ALL I get," Scully said, reaching over into his lap to rub him through his jeans, "I was looking forward to so much more." He smiled, not even looking at her, and she continued with her exploration of his lap, much to his surprise. Her small hand found his zipper, and he squirmed a little bit to give her better access, allowing her to undo his pants and reach in. To her joy, he was not wearing underwear, and she gasped a little at his brazenness. Walter gasped a little himself, feeling her hand on his now rigid cock, moving slowly up and down the shaft. He looked over at her, and she had her tongue sticking out slightly from between her lips, wishing that she could just... and she undid her seatbelt and leaned over, resting her head in his lap. "Dana," Walter hissed, his teeth clenched, trying to concentrate on driving while this beautiful redhead went down on him in his Mercedes, "DanaScully, if we have an accident..." he trailed off, giving in to the feel of her moist warm mouth enveloping his raging hardon. "Oh my God," he gasped, eyes glued to the road, but his mind somewhere else, somewhere south of the steering wheel, in fact. "Mmmmm..Walter...you taste so good," she murmured, using her tongue to lick him, then her lips to take him completely into her mouth, the tip of his penis resting against the back of her throat. She moved her warm hand down below the base of his cock and gently took his balls into the palm of her hand, massaging them firmly, as she used her mouth to pleasure the rest of his manhood. "Jesus Christ, Scully....oh God, Scully...." Walter was white- knuckling the steering wheel, and could care less if the semi trucks they were passing could see her in his lap. He wasn't sure that his legs would work at the moment...scratch that, he KNEW they wouldn't work. "Mmmmm...Walter...come for me...I want to taste you....please...." Scully moaned, knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer. She continued to run her tongue and lips up and down his massive shaft, loving the fact that she could feel his pulse in his cock as she teased and licked and stroked, still fondling his heavy balls with her hand. "Scully...fuck....oh Dana...danadanadana..." Walter thrusted slightly upwards, as much as he could given his current position, and he actually managed to fix on a rhythm, and Scully could feel his scrotum tighten, and she knew she had him. He managed to reach down and put one of his hands on the back of her head, running his strong thick fingers through her fiery red hair as she worked up and down, up and down his throbbing cock...she moaned with him inside her mouth, and that was it. It was all over for Walter. "FUCK" he cried out, muscles stiffening as he came in spurt after spurt, flooding her mouth. She revelled in the feel of his cock pumping his sweet salty treat into her mouth, down her throat, into her stomach, where it warmed her immediately, better than fine brandy. "Oh my God, Dana," Walter panted, "what....you....." he was beyond words, and Scully giggled at him, licking her lips, not missing a drop of him. "But Walter," she said in mock exasperation,"what ELSE was I supposed to do in the car all this time?" He looked over at her, tiny beads of perspiration along his brow, his eyes shining behind his glasses, even in the dark of night. He smiled at her, and vowed to get her back...but good. Scully reached down and tucked Walter back into his jeans, sighing as she zipped him up. "Okay, well, I suppose I'll take a nap now, and get rested up for round 2," she said, resting her head on his massive shoulder. He patted her head gently and kissed her hair, turning his full attention back to driving, now that the blood flow had somewhat returned to the northern hemisphere of his body. He shivered with excitement, and set the cruise control at 80 instead of 75. As Scully drifted off, she had only one thought in her head. Back at Scully's apartment, about 15 minutes after their departure, the phone rang again. The machine picked up, and the connection was immediately cut off. He called the number, now so familiar to him, and reported, "They're on their way." "Fine." *Click* Smoke billowed in the air. It was going to be a fine weekend, indeed. ___________________________________________________ _______________________ Skinner kept his eyes on the road, Scully fast asleep on his shoulder. He followed the winding road up the mountain, bright beams on to dissuade any forest creatures from getting squished under his Mercedes wheels. Skinner wondered how Dana could possibly be comfortable in her current position, then shrugged it off, as he was already devising a list of positions he intended to have her in, none too soon. Skinner smiled to himself as he turned onto the dirt road that the cabin was situated on. Hundreds of tall pine trees reached towards the sky, and Walter was giddy already. He had been waiting for weeks to get the Hell out of the city, away from all the noise and pollution and traffic and phones and meetings and FBI bullshit. He grinned to himself as he pulled up the gravel driveway, Scully stirring as the car came to a stop. "Wake up, beautiful, we're here," Walter said gently, shifting the car into 'park'. "Mmmmmm," Scully replied, sitting up slowly, her neck stiff from her doze. She ran her fingers through her soft red hair as she looked out the windshield, her eyes opening wide as she took in the spot that Walter had chosen for their weekend together. The cabin was the most quaint and beautiful little place Scully had ever seen. It was one story, and there were huge picture windows looking out into the surrounding forest, both from the living room and what she assumed to be the bedroom. The moon was full, of course, and in the illumination, she could see that the structure was made of huge logs, and filled inbetween with what appeared to be cement, or whatever they used to build lovely little log cabins in the middle of nowhere. The chimney stood tall from the left side of the cabin, and she smiled, thinking that it just wouldn'thave been the same without a fireplace...she knew that Walter shared her sentiment. Hell, did they even MAKE log cabins without fireplaces, she wondered? Probably not, she thought, getting out of the car and shutting the car door, eager to inspect the cabin on the inside. "Walter, it's just PERFECT," Scully sighed, and he joined her momentarily, one bag slung over each shoulder, and placed his strong right arm around her little waist as they stood admiring their rustic escape, "however did you find this place?" "I have an old friend; he's a retired doctor, and he and his wife spend the winters and springs in Tucson. I told Doc that I wanted to bring someone really special up this weekend, and he told me it was no problem whatsoever." "Well, " Scully said, "I can imagine why they keep coming back here. This is absolutely marvelous." Scully took a step toward the block wood steps leading up to the front door, and Skinner grabbed her and spun her around, bending down to kiss her passionately, under the moon and the stars, surrounded by the powerful fresh scent of pine, and the sound of crickets. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and returned his loving kiss, stroke for stroke with her tongue. He finally released her, and they walked, hand in hand, up the steps to the front door.There was an old-fashioned looking brass light fixture hanging next to the front door, and Walter opened the little door and reached in, retrieving a small magnetic box, which contained the key to the lock, just as Doc had instructed. Walter unlocked the heavy wooden front door and swung it open, holding the screened door open for Scully. Dana stepped into the cabin, at once thrilled...real wooden floors, replete w/braided rugs at the entryway, and just inside the hallway, a window seat was set into the wall, where she was sure she and Walter could sit and enjoy the view into the forest. It was just big enough for two, and Scully smiled widely as she waited for Walter to come in and shut the door. "Oh Walter, I LOVE it," Scully squealed with delight, grasping his hand in hers and holding it to her heart. Walter smiled hugely down at her, and led her into the bedroom, which was across the hall from the window seat. The bedroom was carpeted in white, wall to wall, and Scully kicked her boots off immediately, treading around in her socks while Walter set their bags down on the bed, a king sized masterpiece in four poster oak. He sat on the bed and watched Scully with amusement. She appeared to him a little girl on Christmas morning, having gotten everything she'd wanted from Santa Claus. Yes, Scully, there IS a Santa Claus, Walter thought to himself, and chuckled aloud. "Check out the bathroom, Dana," Walter said, "you'll love it." Scully walked into the adjoining bathroom, and giggled, surveying the jacuzzi tub to her right that took up most of the small room, the counter with two sinks that ran the length of the opposite wall with a huge mirror centered above. Above the mirror was a row of soft vanity lights, set into a long wooden bar mounted on the wall. "Wow, " Scully said, "the good doctor really knows how to do the woods in style, 'eh Walter?" "Only the best for Doc, Scully. And for us." He joined her in the little room, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and she took his hands in hers, resting them on her breasts. She gazed at their reflection in the mirror, and they both smiled at one another's reflections. "Come on," Walter said, excitedly, "I want to show you the rest of the place, and get a fire going. This place just screams make a fire, don't you think?" "Absolutely, Mr. Skinner," Scully laughed, "and baby, you can light my fire anytime." Walter groaned at her pun as he led her back out to the hallway, and walked towards the living area. Scully sucked her breath in as they entered the kitchen, which was just to the right at the end of the hallway. "Oh my God, Walter," she exclaimed, "I've never seen a kitchen like this." "I know...isn't it great?" Walter was fairly certain this was what being giddy felt like, although he would never admit that to anyone. Not even Dana Scully. There was a wood burning stove set against the far right wall of the cabin, perfectly kept up, black iron shining under the track lighting from the vaulted ceiling. In the center of the kitchen, stood a huge island made entirely of wood, like a huge cutting board, except that there was a cooking stove set in to one side, and a sink on the side closest to where they currently stood. At the far end there was a bar attached, complete with wooden stools, and Scully was in seventh heaven, already planning their meals in her head. She couldn't wait to cook in this amazing kitchen. There were wooden shelves built into the wall, and Walter led Scully further into the kitchen so she could check it out. There were neatly placed stacks of dishes and glasses on each shelf, as well as every kind of pot and pan and basket known to man. The oven was also built into the wall, and completed the space, almost to the doorway. "Wow. Walter, I am just so impressed. This is incredible. Really," Scully said, squeezing his hand tighter, and he wasn't sure that he'd ever felt so proud of himself for anything, AD of the FBI or not. He led her across the kitchen, and there was the sun/sitting room, sunken down one step, and he and Scully stood on the newly ceramic tiled floor, looking out the massive windows into the forest. There were two chairs, one overstuffed w/an ottoman, and the other was a handmade rocker, which Scully dropped into and began rocking. "I'm going to go start the fire, okay?" Walter asked. "Yep. You go right ahead. I'm going to give this baby a test drive," Scully said, resting her arms on the sculpted wood. Walter crossed the dark living room and opened the glass doors, the fireplace already filled with wood and ready to go. Thanks, Doc, Walter thought, you really go the extra mile. He reminded himself mentally to send Doc and Joanie something nice from Harry and David (Trademark warning....no profit being made) after they got back to DC. "Walter," Scully shouted from the sitting room, "there are skylights in the ceiling! I love this place!" "I know, Scully," Walter laughed as he lit the fire. "Walter," she shouted again,"is that a screened in porch out back?" She got out of the rocker and walked over to the door on the opposite side of the sunroom. "Yes, Dana, and there's a deck, too. It goes around half of the house." "Walter?" "YES, Dana," Walter feigned exasperation, closing the firescreen as the logs began to flame. "Do we HAVE to go back to DC?" "Not for 3 days, darling," he said warmly, as she entered the living room, and gasped again as she saw the fireplace, now lit up so she could see it. The entire thing was made of stones, huge gray stones, and had a mantel made of a rectangular section of raw oak. The floor in the living room was wood, and there was a small area rug set in the center, upon which a huge redwood coffee table rested. Dana didn't think she had ever seen a lovelier table in all her life. There was also a full sized couch, beautiful with its light Indian pattern, throw pillows, and blankets. "Oh Walter," Scully murmured, going into his outstretched arms, "I don't want to ever leave this place. Not ever." "Well, I'm sure Doc and the lady of the house might object, when they come home from Tucson, don't you think?" He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hair, holding her close to him as the fire crackled and popped behind them. "Here," he said, releasing her momentarily, "have a seat." He pointed to the floor, and Scully looked down, now noticing the large creme colored sheepskin rug that they were standing on. "Oh, yummy," she said, and plopped herself down in front of the fire. Walter sat next to her and kicked off his boots, and she was back in his arms in a flash, resting between his outstretched legs with her back against his massive chest. "So, Agent Scully," Walter said coyly, "you approve?" "Oh, yes, yes SIR," Scully responded, "as if you even had to ask." She turned her head slightly and tilted it back, giving him access to her lips, and he took advantage immediately, wrapping one arm around her, the other snaking up into her hair to press her lips as close as possible to his. Scully turned around and got on her knees in front of him. Goddammit, Walter thought to himself as he gazed at Scully, the fire behind her illuminating her hair in hues of auburn and flame, her blue eyes sparkling at him, you are so fucking beautiful. I love you so much, Dana Katherine Scully, how did I ever get to be such a lucky man. These thoughts continued in his mind, swirling around in his brain as she gently removed his glasses and set them on the table behind him, then cocked her head to the side, closing her eyes as she met his lips in a slow, deep, passionate kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and pulled her close, as if he could pull her inside of him, and he would if he could, he thought wryly. He just could never be too close to this amazing woman, this woman who had given him a reason to live, all over again. He wondered vaguely if she knew the effect that she had on him, though he had an idea that she did. "Scully...." Walter groaned, his cock once again at full attention, "I think that a little payback is in order." He grabbed her hips, and pushed her gently backwards, so that she lay on the sheepskin rug. She smiled up at him, and replied, "Well, you know what they say. Payback is Hell." "Not always, Dana. In some cases, it can be sheer heaven." He lowered himself down onto her, one hand behind her head, the other travelling up her sweater, pleased when he found no bra to interfere with his touch. She gasped as he lightly ran his palm over her left breast, teasing her nipple erect with his thumb and forefinger, then over to her right to repeat the motion. "Oh God, Walter," Scully moaned, so glad that he knew how sensitive her breasts were, knew just what to do. She shivered under his touch, despite the now roaring fire beside them. His large hand continued down, fingertips caressing her stomach, then dipping down under the waist of her jeans. He only needed his one hand to unbutton and unzip her jeans, and she arched up as he slid his hand into her black satin panties, finding the nest of springy curls hiding there. She moaned his name again, and he sat up, pulling her sweater over her head, stopping only to kiss each of her creamy white breasts, and nuzzle each nipple briefly. Scully reached for his jeans, but he pushed her hands away gently, "not yet, Dana," he said, and he leaned down and kissed her from her breasts down to her navel, where he was content only to thrust his tongue into the adorable little orifice, causing her to shiver again. He removed her jeans, and finally, she lay before him, clad only in her pretty little black panties, and it took all of his willpower to not yank her panties off and thrust into her right then and there. Easy, he told himself, we have all this time, no need to rush it. His erection was becoming painful in his jeans, but he was not ready for that yet. He released his hold on her hair, and trailed both of his hands down her body, not missing an inch of her flesh. He was always amazed at her body, that she was so small, so fragile, yet so strong, and he knew that there would never be another woman for him. He continued his caresses, until he reached her panties, and then he placed one hand under her bottom, the other rubbing her through her panties. The wet spot grew as his fingers moved back and forth, back and forth across the satiny fabric, and her moans grew louder and more insistent. She was panting now, and he couldn't think of a more beautiful, erotic sound than the one that was coming out of the sexy redhead beneath his hands. "W..W..Walter," Scully gasped, "please, Walter...take them...tear them off...please...God..." Scully's eyes were closed at the moment, and he gave in to her pleas, sliding two fingers inside the waistband and yanking the black silk firmly off of her. "Yes, yes, oh yes..." she moaned in agreement, and he drank in the sight of her, writhing on the rug, wanting nothing more, nothing less than all of Walter Skinner inside of her, right then, and forever, and he gave in to the animal ferocity that grew by the second in his jeans. He undid his belt quickly and deftly unzipped his jeans, pausing to yank his own shirt over his head. "Yes, Walter, please, now," Scully moaned, her small hands rubbing her own breasts, then wandering down to touch herself as he removed his pants, his huge erection springing forward as he did. "No, not just yet," he whispered to her, "there's something more, Dana." She groaned at him as he removed her hand from her clit, and replaced it with his own, his index finger finding the tiny nub and rubbing it in gentle, lazy circles. Her breath came faster, faster as his fingers worked her clit, then slid into her folds. God, he thought, she was so ready, he couldn't stand it much longer, and he knew she couldn't. She reached for him, moaning his name over and over, trying to grab his manhood in her hands, but she couldn't reach, and he wouldn't let her touch him. He stayed just out of her reach as he slid three fingers into her, and she cursed through clenched teeth, begging him to fill her, "Walter, please...please fuck me," she cried out, shaking from what his hands were doing to her. "Dana, do you like this," he whispered to her, "do you want me, Dana? You have to tell me, Scully. Tell me that you want me." She grabbed his hand, her blue eyes fluttering open as she did, looked into his chocolate brown eyes, and snarled, "fuck me, sir." He gazed at her only a moment longer, and he positioned himself between her spread legs, their eyes locked. He grabbed his cock in his right hand, and brought the head of it to her slick entrance, poking her gently with it, running it in little circles around her, teasing her, refusing to enter her properly, almost coming in the process. "Now, ohhhh, God, now, please...Walter," she hissed at him, and he finally gave in. Slowly, he entered her, groaning himself as he felt her tight warmth envelop him. She thought he was never going to give her relief, and just as she was prepared to thrust up to him, he entered her, sliding his long hard cock into her, until she could feel his balls against her ass. She ground against him, causing him to groan on top of her, and she smiled, breath escaping her in short gasps. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his lower back, and urged him into her, not wanting him to withdraw, just wanting to feel him filling her, stretching her, reaching into her depths where only he could touch her. "Oh, God, Scully," he hissed, pulling out of her almost all the way, then sliding back in, slowly, slowly, in and out, finding the rhythm that would bring them over the edge together. "Walter, you feel so good," she whispered to him, and he kissed her frantically, as he began to speed up the pace. "Yes," Scully gasped, "oh, yeah, faster, Walter," she urged him on, "harder, please, harder...fuck me harder." He obeyed her wish, placing one arm on either side of her to support his weight, and she grabbed his hips, pulling him into her as hard as she could. She met him thrust for thrust, unable to think of anything except the sexy man on top of her, his silky chest hair grazing her breasts as he moved on top of her, his rock hard prick sliding in and out of her, his balls slapping her ass, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Walter noticed immediately, and he gasped, "Scully, are you alright? Am I hurting you?" "No, no Walter, you're not hurting me," she breathed, "God, just please keep doing that..." and she closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of his hips now slamming against hers, and she cried out, the now familiar static building in her gut, the thrumming in her thighs beginning to travel up, up to her spine, and her mouth was open in a silent cry. He thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, and he could feel her inner muscles begin to spasm. He suddenly buried himself firmly into her, and Scully cried out, "Yes, yes, oh god, fuck, YES," as he ground against her, filling her, and stimulating her clit at the same time, his rough pubic hair scratching her deliciously. She spasmed and contracted around him, and she felt him release into her, grunting as he did, "oh yeah, oh Scully, fuck..." as he flooded into her, her arms flying up around his neck, drawing him to her. He twitched inside of her, and each time he twitched, her muscles contracted, causing him to groan a little bit. "Walter, my sweet, dear Walter," Scully sighed, kissing him tenderly on the lips, then on the tip of his nose. "Dana, there's something I have to tell you," he started, holding her in his arms, his whole weight on top of her. He leaned up, his cock soft but still inside of her, arms on either side of her head now. "I want to tell you this while we're still one, Dana." Her eyes truly sparkled up at him, tears already forming, and she said, "What is it, Walter?" She smiled then, because she knew what he was going to say, and she had hoped with her whole heart to hear him say the words, the same words that she herself wanted to utter to him. He looked down at her, nothing but total desire filling his gaze, and said, quite simply, "I love you. Dana Katherine Scully, I love you." She wasn't sure that she had ever heard sweeter words in her entire life. "Oh Walter," she whispered, looking up at him with her ice blue eyes, the flames from the fireplace dancing in them, "I love you too. I love you so much." Tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes, and Walter suddenly found himself misting up as well. "I've wanted to tell you..." he said, his voice thick with emotion, "but I was waiting for the right time. The perfect time. The perfect place." She reached up and touched his face, and he brushed her tears away with his fingertips, swallowing hard to try to get rid of the lump now residing there. "Walter, I can't think of a more perfect time, a more perfect place, a more perfect ANYTHING," she replied. He gently pulled out of her, and lay on his side next to her, their bodies touching from shoulder to foot. She couldn't do anything except gaze into his eyes, wondering at the tender man lying next to her. This beautiful, sexy, muscular, surly man; this man who had saved her life by nearly giving his own; this man who she had almost shot because she wasn't certain she could trust him; the same man who countless times had barked at and berated her and her partner....now the love of her life. Amazing, she thought. Walter rolled over onto his back and drew Scully up next to him, her head resting in the crook of his arm. She traced patterns in the thick hair covering his chest, one of her legs across his, and they dozed that way, the fire burning brightly beside them. Outside, masked by the dark of the night, he pulled his car off the road several hundred feet from the cabin. The clearing was there, just as he was told it would be, and he turned off the lights, then the engine. He pulled out his cellphone, and called the number. "Yes," the deep voice answered. "I'm here." He flipped the lid of the small metal device open with his thumb. "Excellent. You know what to do, Alex." He exhaled the Morley's smoke into the darkened room, watching as the tendrils drifted upward. "Yes, sir." *Click* He got out of the car and walked slowly towards the cabin, tossing the small device into the air and catching it again in his good hand. The sound of crickets chirping cheered him, although he was already in high spirits just thinking about how much fun this was going to be. He smiled, the moonlight reflecting in his black eyes, and stole silently up the gravel driveway, not making a sound as he walked up the steps to the heavy wooden front door. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex Krycek, (also affectionately known as Rat Bastard) (Hey, I'm the author, and I can stick my stuff anywhere I want, so there...he really IS a rat bastard.) stood lurking just outside the cabin door. It was late, almost midnight, and Skinner and Scully still lay dozing inside, in front of the fireplace, sated from their earlier lovemaking. He peered around the corner and in the window, able to see them in all their glory. Jesus Christ, he thought to himself, I'm glad I wasn't half an hour earlier. He shivered just thinking about having to see AD Skinner giving Agent Scully the old 'hot beef injection', and shook his head to clear THAT image. If the Consortium wanted that for evidence, they could damn well collect it themselves, he mused. He had wanted to make it to the cabin before Skinner and Scully arrived, but Smoking Spenderman had decided to withhold his instructions, as well directions to the place, until they were certain the agents would really be showing up. One never knew when AD Skinner might come up with some last minute business, and have to postpone. As it stood now, Krycek's orders were simple; reactivate the virus, and hide under the goddamned porch until Skinner was weakened and Scully's defenses were down enough to be overtaken. Shit. What a lousy job, he thought to himself. Oh well, he thought dryly, it pays well, and the torture part is fun. Que sera ser- fucking-a. He took the virtual pen and moved the bars up on the LED, until they were about one-quarter of the way lit. He closed the lid of the metal device, and stole silently to the side of the house farthest from where Skinner and Scully were resting. He found the edge of the wooden deck, and proceeded to kneel down, crawling under it far enough so he wouldn't be seen if the AD and Scully decided to venture outdoors. He was wearing his typical uniform, black jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket, black gloves, black boots. Far be it from me to be unfashionable, he laughed to himself, scooting further under the structure, not minding sleeping with the spiders for a night. Skinner would be far gone enough for him to bust in by tomorrow mid-morning, he was sure. Krycek closed his eyes, visions of Dana Scully's tear streamed face putting him to sleep with a smile. At almost the same time that Krycek had activated the virus, Walter Skinner awoke with a slight jump, waking Dana as well. "Oh, we must have dozed off, " Scully said drowsily. She looked at Walter and saw that he had broken a slight sweat, and she sat up, "Walter, are you alright?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Dana. Just had a bit of a nightmare, I think. Did you have a nice rest?" He smiled at her. "I certainly did, Mr. Skinner. What time is it?" Scully asked, yawning and stretching. Skinner checked his watch, "the time, Ms. Scully, is....jacuzzi bath time! Actually, it's 12:15." He leaned over and kissed her, then stood, offering his hand to help her up. She took it, and he led her into the bedroom, where they put on his pajamas. Walter stepped into the pants, while Scully buttoned up the oversized shirt. She managed to leave it open enough so that he could see her cleavage if she bent over, and she smiled at him wickedly as she tested it out on him, bending over so he could see straight down her front. "How's this, Skinner," she asked. "Hmmm...looks good from here." He took the two steps necessary to close the distance between them and kissed her, then continued, "looks good from here, too." They both chuckled, and Walter got into his overnight bag and pulled out a bottle of Merlot. "Would you like to run the bath, and I'll go scrounge up a couple of wine glasses and candles?" He asked. "Absolutely. Too bad we don't have bubbles." "Sorry, Scully. If you want to leave now, we can..." he trailed off as he left the room in search of glassware and candles. "Ha ha, Walter," she shouted at him, laughing as she started the bath. Hmm, she wondered, Doc seemed to have everything ELSE in the cabin, why not bubbles? She looked under the sink, and just happened to find a travel sized bottle of bubble bath. Good old Doc, Scully thought, must've been a boy scout....always prepared! She unscrewed the lid and poured the contents of the small bottle under the running hot water, then sat on the side of the tub, waiting for it to fill so she could turn the jets on.Skinner had padded into the sun room to the fully stocked bar, finding a corkscrew in a small drawer underneath the tiny bar sink. He popped the cork out of the bottle, then grabbed two wineglasses with Kachina designs on them. He knew that there must be candles somewhere, and took the wine and the glasses into the kitchen, setting them on the wooden island so he could properly raid the kitchen drawers. "Ah HA," he said aloud, finding three white tealights hiding in a utility drawer underneath the one containing the silverware. He grabbed a box of matches as well, and turned around to grab the wine. A wave of dizziness washed over him just then, and he set the candles and matches down on the island as well, steadying himself until it dissipated. "Jesus," he said to himself, "I must be getting too old for this," he smiled, retrieving all the items from the island and heading back into the bathroom. He deduced that it was the lack of blood that was in the head on his shoulders this evening, and nothing more. "About time. I was beginning to worry," Scully chided as Skinner entered the bathroom, eyeing the pretty redhead on the edge of the tub. He raised an eyebrow at her as he set the glasses and wine down, and handed her the candles and the matches. "Were you now," he replied, pouring the wine as she lit the tealights and set them in the corner closest to the wall, away from the running water. "You know, Walter, I've been meaning to talk to you about something." She looked very serious, and he set the wine down on the counter, giving her his full attention. "What is it, Dana?" "It's...well, it's just that..." she pretended to fumble for her words, even though she knew exactly what she wanted to say. "What?" Walter said, "You know you can talk to me about anything, don't you?" "Well, it's that eyebrow thing that you do." She bit her bottom lip, stifling the hysterics that lay just underneath. "I think that you should know that, well, I can outdo you. Big time." He let out a sigh of relief, and then he arched his eyebrow at her, taking a small step closer to where she sat, precariously balanced on the edge of the jacuzzi, and said, "You mean this?" He pointed, so there could be no mistake what he was talking about. "Yes. Yes, I believe that I am the master archer," she stated, arching hers back at him, her blue eyes shining up at him, "and you are unsuccessfully invading my territory." She let out a slight giggle, followed by a yelp of surprise as Walter took another step towards her and grabbed her arms, throwing her gently into the tub full of bubbles, shirt and all. "YOU SHIT," she yelled at him, laughing, throwing the bubbles onto his head as he bent over her to tickle her. When he straightened back up, his bald head was covered in a mass of white bubbles, and Scully lost it. She laughed so hard that tears rolled down her face, unable to even tell him to look in the mirror. He did turn around, and when he saw the reflection looking back at him, he lost it too, laughing a deep, loud, gruff laugh that counterpointed her high pitched one, and soon they were both in tears. As Walter caught his breath, he untied and stepped out of his pajama bottoms, and grabbed the glasses of wine, handing one down to Scully, who had removed the soaking wet shirt and thrown it into the sink closest to her. "At least you didn't put the candles out, you big oaf," Scully said, still chuckling as he stepped into the tub and settled down behind her, his long legs around her petite body. She lay back against his massive chest, the hair there tickling her back until she squirmed around for a minute, causing Walter's cock to twitch yet again. "Sit still, Scully, " Walter growled at her, "you're going to wake the sleeping sea serpent." "Walter, I am just going to pretend that you didn't EVEN say what I know I just heard you say." Laughter rumbled in his chest, giving her goosebumps to feel it against her back. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. You make me feel so....so cocky, Dana!" "Oh, nice choice of words, Walter." She giggled again, taking a long sip of her wine. "Mmmm, this is good. You have impeccable taste, sir." She ran her free hand gently up and down his thigh, loving the way that his body felt touching hers, surrounding her, like some steel fortress. She had never felt so safe with a man in all of her life, and she leaned down and kissed his arm, murmuring, "I love you, Walter." "I love you too, Dana." He kissed her wet hair, marvelling at how good she smelled, loving the feel of her small body against his. "Hey, let's see if we can get the jacuzzi on." He sipped his wine again, and Scully leaned forward, looking for the switch, which she found, and instantly the jets came on. "Aaaahhhhh," Walter groaned, "that feels amazing." The hot water bubbled up around him and Scully, who had gone back to her position with her back against his chest. "Not bad, Skinner, not bad at all," she said, sipping her wine. They lay there for a long while, relishing the feel of the steaming hot water, washing away all the horrible things that a week in the J.Edgar Hoover building did to them. Dana got up and poured them some more wine, and they shared conversation until they were both completely pruned, the moisture sapped from their skin. "I suppose we should get out and go to bed," Dana said, finally feeling sleepy, the adrenalin of the night's activities wearing thin. "I agree. It's WAY past my bedtime," Skinner said, and Scully snorted at him, standing to grab a towel. She wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the tub, grabbing one for Walter and handing it to him as he stood. Well, he had tried to stand, anyway. That plan was cut short by another attack of dizziness, this time his vision shaking as well, and he slumped back down into the tub. "Walter," Scully said, instantly alarmed, "are you alright?" She knelt down next to the tub, feeling his forehead, but not finding a fever. "I'm fine, Scully. I'm just tired, that's all." "Are you sure? You look a little pale..." she started. "Dr. Scully, I am fine. Just the wine and the heat, I'm sure." He didn't dare tell her that it was the second time tonight he had had an attack. "Here, hand me that towel, would you please, darling? I'm getting a chill." She gave him the towel and watched him carefully as he stepped out of the tub, drying his beautiful body off in front of her. "You're SURE you're okay, Walter?" Scully knew that he would never, EVER admit that he was feeling badly, especially this weekend, their premiere trip together. "Dana, please," he said insistently, "I'm fine. Go warm up the bed, why don't you?" She arched an eyebrow at him, causing him to smile, and she smiled back before she left the bathroom and padded across the thick white carpet to the huge bed, peeling back the massive dark green down comforter and, oh my, she thought, matching flannel sheets. "Yummy," she said aloud, and hopped into the bed, waiting for Skinner. Walter stood in the bathroom, back in his pajama bottoms, leaning against the counter, his head hanging down so the vanity lights reflected off of his perfectly bald scalp. Something was wrong, he thought, and he wasn't sure what it was, but he had an idea. One that he didn't care to share with Dana at the moment. Or at all. His vision was blurring again, and it wasn't just because he wasn't wearing his wirerims. It wasn't because he was tired, and it wasn't the wine; it certainly wasn't the sex, either, because he was in the best shape of his entire life, and even Dana couldn't wear him out. "Most days," he whispered aloud, and chuckled. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, studying it as best he could with his eyes fucking him over, and shuddered. It couldn't be that goddamned virus again. It was in remission. Krycek had promised him that, and yeah, so what if he held the button under his finger, he had no idea where Dana and he were... did he? Skinner wondered, as he shut off the light and headed towards the bed, fighting the dizziness and nausea the whole way there. "You're sure, Walter, absolutely certain nothing is wrong?" She scrutinized his face, looking for any sign of illness, and only finding his dark brown eyes, gazing into hers, melting her to her soul as only he could do. "I am fine. I love you, Dana," he said gently, sliding into the bed next to her, and pulling her body close to his. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck, and said, "I love you, too." She fell asleep quickly; he could tell by her deep relaxed breathing. He wished that he could be so lucky, but it was no use. He lay on his side, the love of his life sleeping peacefully in his arms, and could do nothing but think about the virus. He knew that's what it was. He was no idiot, no sir, not Walter Skinner, Assistant Director of the FBI. He closed his eyes, and felt the lump come back into his throat, and tears streamed down the side of his face as he sobbed quietly to himself, not letting Dana hear him. In his mind, he screamed out to Krycek, even though his body lay still, and Scully lay sleeping in his arms. The rage would be undeniable, if anyone were able to hear him, he would scare the living hell out of anyone with his tirade. Krycek...You MOTHERFUCKER, Skinner screamed, why do you have to do this to me? To US? We work for YOU, and you know it. You use it against us, and the moment that we try to find some peace, you have to tear it away...like THIS? How can you do it, you RAT BASTARD, how can you ruin my life, and now it will be two lives, no THREE, because you'll kill Scully's spirit---rip her fucking heart right out, and Mulder, Hell, Mulder looks up to me like a surrogate father, what the fuck will HE do? I'll tell you what he'll do. He'll breach protocol, that's what he'll do. He'll hunt you down, just like you did....ohhhh, shit. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. That was it. In his mind, Skinner had just figured out what was going on. He and Scully were breaching protocol. They weren't following the rules. They had tried to be so careful...so fucking careful not to let anyone know...only Mulder and Scully...aside from me....no fraternizing with your suboordinates, AD Skinner. "I'll tell you in the morning, my love," Walter whispered to Dana, and she stirred slightly in his arms,"at least rest tonight." He cried himself quietly to sleep then, something that he never remembered doing before in his life. When Alex awoke, underneath the deck of the cabin, it was still dark out, although the first light was showing, and the morning birds had started their songs in the forest. Krycek wished he had a semi-automatic weapon of some kind that he could use to shut them all the fuck up, but knew that that was just a fantasy. He pulled out the small metal device and opened the lid once more. A C T I V E, read the LED screen, and he smiled wickedly, knowing that by the time Walter and Dana were awake, he would be able to set the remainder of the plan into action. He used the virtual pen to move the bars up to the halfway point, closed the cover again, and checked his watch. 5:30 AM. Marvelous, he thought. Only a few more hours, which Skinner'll probably sleep through anyway, and we're in business. Krycek drifted back off to sleep, knowing that he would be awakened by his cue in a few hours....he hoped it would be the sound of Dana Katherine Scully screaming her little red head off. Dana awoke and looked over at the clock on the table next to her side of the bed. 9:30. She smiled, stretching her arms up over her head, and looked over at Walter. He was still soundly asleep, with his back to her, and she resisted the urge to wake him, slipping out of bed instead and pulling on his shirt from the night before. She walked into the kitchen, admiring the view. The morning sun filtered in through the trees, and sunbeams shot down in the sitting room from the skylights. She walked into the sitting room and opened the door that led out to the deck, the chilly morning air hitting her instantly. The air was so fresh up here, she thought, and she breathed in deeply, listening to the birds singing from the surrounding treetops. She left the door open, allowing the fresh cool air to come wafting in, and she set herself to the task of fixing breakfast for Walter and herself. She hummed to herself as she opened the refrigerator door, finding fresh eggs and milk, bread and butter, as well as bacon. There were also a variety of fresh vegetables and meats, and she decided to make an omelette. A really big omelette, with two forks. While she was in the midst of preparing her meal, she heard a creaking on the deck outdoors. Just a slight creak, really, and she figured that perhaps a squirrel had found its way there, and she smiled, grabbing a piece of cheese as she crept quietly around the corner of the kitchen, into the sitting room. Dana Scully was never one to pass up an opportunity to commune with nature. "Good morning, Agent Scully," Krycek hissed, his gun pointed directly at her chest, "what's cooking, good looking?" He smiled at her, and she froze, unable to comprehend what was going on. "Mmmm, I'm so hungry I could eat a whore...I mean, horse," he corrected himself, and she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "Ah, ah ah ah, no no, Agent Scully, you can't scream. I already got my wakeup call. It slithered past my head this morning....such a shame, as I was SO looking forward to your reaction at finding Walter." He smiled at her, and she felt like collapsing to the floor. Her heart was already there. "Sure was nice of you to leave the door open for me, though. That solved a big dilemma for me, let me tell YOU." He snickered, and she was certain she was going to throw up. "What are you talking about," she said, "he's still asleep." Panic filled her from her toes to her scalp, and she was sure that every hair on her was standing on end. "Why, Agent Scully," Krycek said, mock concern in his voice, "you look truly pale. Perhaps you should have a seat." He motioned for her to sit in the rocker, and she did, not wanting to agitate him. "Sorry, Ms. Scully, but Walter is not asleep." Krycek held up the monitoring device for her to see, and she saw the screen, with the A C T I V E lit up, as well as half of the bars underneath the word. It wasn't rocket science...she knew exactly what he had done. "No, Alex, no, don't do this." Scully was tearing up now, not emotional tears, but tears of fear, and rage; disbelief that he had once again gotten to Skinner, and now, to her. "Please, don't do this to him. It's not right. You KNOW it's not right." "Awwwww, Scully, you are so fucking NOBLE," he said loudly, "oops, don't want to wake WALTER," he shouted the name, "now, do we?" Krycek laughed, oblivious to the commotion he was creating. "Alex, please...don't do this...we'll do whatever you want, I swear," Scully cried, she was in full throttle now, sobs wracking her small frame, "I'll do whatever you want, just please, don't do this to him. Not again." "Too late, Agent Scully. You two have been VERY naughty. You have been breaching protocol, and the big guns aren't very happy about that. In fact, they're pretty fucking pissed off, to tell you the truth...yep, the truth IS out there, baby, and that's it. You've been a bad girl, and Walter's been a very very bad AD, and now, you have to pay." There was a loud *THUMP* in the hallway, and Scully turned slightly so she could see...and wished that she hadn't. Walter had made it out of the bed, and to the hall, but that was it. He collapsed on the hardwood floor, groaning loudly. "Dana," he moaned, "Dana, oh God, it hurts.." he was clutching his stomach, his teeth clenched and eyes shut tightly against the pain. "WALTER," Scully screamed, jumping out of the rocker and running to his side, not caring anymore if Krycek wanted to blow her away. "Jesus Christ, how SWEET!" Krycek roared, following Dana to the hallway, stopping to watch her try to calm Skinner, who was writhing in agony, his knees drawn up against his bare chest. "Let me see it, Walter," Dana sobbed, "please, just try to relax, okay?" Although she knew that there would be no more relaxing now, no, not today, Krycek would see to that. "Walter, please," she forced his arms away from his stomach and gasped, seeing the familiar mottled purpling of his flesh, already a huge patch that blanketed most of his gut and chest. The veins reached towards his arms and groin, pulsating with the rapidly forming carbon masses that would turn his blood against him, ultimately killing him. "NO, YOU BASTARD," she screamed at Krycek, "YOU CAN'T DO THIS, NO, NO, NO," she cried over and over again, Walter squirming on the floor next to her. "Shut up.... Jesus, you make a racket, woman," Krycek said, watching the little drama play itself out before him. "This is the way it has to be. You can't just breach protocol. If you do it, then Mulder will do it, and then the other AD's and suboordinates will start doing it, and then pretty soon, well, IT'LL BE ANARCHY!" Krycek yelled. "Worse than Hoover running around in his goddamned dresses, Scully. Nope, we can't have that, now, can we?" He started to laugh, and Scully reached her breaking point; was actually shoved rather violently over it, in fact. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU RAT BASTARD!" Scully screamed, jumping to her feet, and *BANG*.....Scully crumpled to the floor, blood pouring out of her right shoulder. She could feel the bullet tearing through her flesh, felt it even as it lodged itself in the bone, right before she hit the floor, knocking herself unconscious on the hard wood. "FUCK," Krycek screamed, "why do you always have to make me SHOOT?" Krycek was slightly panicked now. This was not the way it was supposed to go. No sir. Smokey was going to be really pissed, and he was going to have to do something major, right this minute, to fix his little fuckup. Dana was NOT supposed to be shot. Skinner was supposed to go out gracefully, and she was to be left alone, albeit slightly scarred for life emotionally. Mr. Spender Sr. had made that quite fucking clear, and once the truth was out there, Alex knew he was going to lose his other arm. At LEAST. "Scully," Walter moaned, aware of what had just happened, and unable to do anything about it, "Scully...." his voice trailed off as he lapsed into unconsciousness himself. "Fuck this," Krycek said aloud to no one, "I can't do this. This is too goddamn mother fucking fucked up. I'm going back to Russia." Alex dropped the monitoring device on the floor, next to Walter's head, and ran out the front door. He sprinted up the road to his car, unlocked the door, got in, buckled his seatbelt, and turned the key. Nothing happened. Frantic, he undid everything he had just done, and leapt out of the car, waiting for the explosion. There was nothing. The car was dead. Just then, he happened to look up the road, and saw an old beat to death pickup truck heading towards him. He flagged it down, and got in, never so thrilled in his life to see an old hillbilly that he didn't know from Adam. They took off down the road, and a moment later, the car that Krycek had left behind, exploded, flames leaping hundreds of feet into the air. He laughed nervously to the old codger that had just picked him up, and said simply, "engine overheated." The old man shook his head and continued to drive. ___________________________________________________ ________________________ Walter Skinner opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, not immediately remembering what had happened, or how he came to be lying on the floor. He pieced it together in his head, his vision coming back to him slowly, the pain in his stomach causing him to look down for the knives that must surely be protruding there. He looked down cautiously, finding the horrible purple bruising that he remembered all too well, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the form that lay several feet from him, unmoving, red hair flowing out around her head. He remembered...Krycek had been there....and there was...oh my God, there was a shot, and Scully was lying on the floor; the son of a bitch had shot Dana. "Scully," Walter groaned, "no, oh no, Scully...Dana," his voice was no louder than a whisper, trying to sit up, fighting the excruciating feeling that coursed through his whole body. He couldn't sit up, no matter how hard he tried, and he barely managed to roll over onto his stomach, nearly losing consciousness again as he did. The pain broke in bright waves, dancing like little black lights in his vision, white behind his eyes when he closed them. It took every bit of strength Walter had in his body and soul to move, but he did it, the drive to reach Scully overpowering everything that he felt physically. He crawled, inch by inch, sweat pouring off of his head, rolling down between his eyes from his smooth scalp. "Dana," he croaked, "oh my God, no, Dana, please," and somehow, moments that seemed like hours later, he was there. She lay on her side, her back to him, and all he saw was blood, a fair amount of it, pooled under her upper body. He reached out and gently rolled her over so she lay on her back, and propping himself up on his elbows, pressed his fingers gingerly to her throat, feeling for a pulse. "Thank God," he whispered, finding it, still strong, just like the tough little redhead herself. He found the wound quickly, blood still trickling out of the hole in her shoulder. It was deep, and looked pretty bad to Walter; he was no doctor, but he knew that he had to tie it off. He yanked a sleeve off of the shirt that Dana wore and wrapped it under her arm and around her shoulder, tying it off firmly. She stirred as he was finishing, and he thought that he had never seen a more welcome sight in his life than that of her eyes fluttering open, blinking up at him as he leaned over her. "Walter...." Scully whispered, "Krycek....here..." she gasped at the pain that wracked her upper body. Scully had been shot before, and she knew that it wasn't a fatal shot that she had sustained, but from the weakness that she felt, she was certain she had lost some blood. She had no idea how long she had been out, and more importantly, she looked frantically around, scanning the immediate area for Alex. He was nowhere to be seen. She looked back up at Walter, sweat still pouring off of him, and she reached up with her good arm and placed her palm on the side of his face. It was hard to tell, but he was crying, his tears mixing in with the sweat that trailed down his face, the pain of the virus and moreso, the pain of seeing Dana this way, too much emotion for him to bear. "Walter," Scully said again, her voice stronger with her alertness returning, "the virus.....oh my God..." she struggled to sit up, fighting the ache in her shoulder, and within minutes, she was bent over Skinner, who had exhausted himself and collapsed back to the floor. "Scully," Walter groaned, "are you alright?" He gazed up at her with his brown eyes wide open, drinking in the welcome sight of her, focusing on her ice blue eyes that were now filled with pain of her own, not so much physical as out of concern for him. "Sssshhh, Walter, I'm..I'm here, okay? I'm not going anywhere." She looked around the cabin, out the front door that stood wide open, and she hollered, "Krycek, you bastard, are you still here?" even though she was fairly certain that he had evacuated immediately after the shooting. As her gaze swept back from the front door, the glint of metal caught her eye. There was something on the floor just beyond where Skinner's feet rested, close to the open door. "What..." Scully said aloud as she crawled over Walter and retrieved the flat metal box that fit in the palm of her hand. She sat down on her bottom and flipped the lid open, realizing immediately what it was that she held. "Walter," she cried out, "Skinner, he left it here!" She was so shocked, she practically forgot about her shoulder, and she scrambled back over to his head so she could show him. "Look," she gasped, "we can stop this -right now." She looked at the LED, and saw A C T I V E, as well as the bars that were lit....she grabbed the virtual pen that was attached to the device and placed it on the small screen, dragging the bars back down to where it listed I N A C T I V E. She closed the metal cover and tossed the device up on the window seat next to the front door, turning her attention back to the fallen giant lying face down beside her. "Walter?" He wasn't speaking to her, but he moved his head slightly, and she took that to be a good sign. "Walter, can you hear me?" He turned his head so he could look at her, blinking rapidly, his vision slowly clearing. "Dana," he whispered, "I'm so sorry." She gazed down at him, "No, Walter, please don't..."and she felt the tears come again. "I..." he started, his voice slightly stronger, "I couldn't stop him. I couldn't keep him from hurting you, Dana, I couldn't protect you." He closed his eyes, feeling utterly defeated. "Walter," Scully said gently, "don't..." her voice trailed off, and she moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "can you get up, Walter? I can help you...here, take my hand," she said.He opened his eyes again, and reached out for her hand, surprised that he was able to do it without passing out. He gripped her hand more firmly, and Dana helped him up to a sitting position, examining the bruising that spread across the front of him. She inspected him with her palms flat down on his skin, and he winced when she applied pressure. "It's not pulsating anymore," she reported, "I think we stopped it. You're going to hurt for a couple of weeks while it heals, just like before, but...." she stopped as he grabbed her hand in his. "Dana, I love you so much. I have never, ever felt helpless in my life... I'm too strong for that, I'm too much of a...too much of a hardass for that, you know.....but....I felt helpless today." "It's alright, Walter," Scully said softly, tears rolling down her face, "you can't always be in control. I've learned that, over the last several years, especially. I am so used to having control of everything, every situation in my life...and when they gave me my cancer, I had no control... they took that control away from me, and all it does is....well, it just makes us human, Walter. That's all we are, you know, after everything is said and done, we're all vulnerable," she finished with a slight smile, "hardass or not. And all this does, this situation today, is make me love you all the more for the human being, for the man, that you are. We're not infallible, Skinner, we're just......" "Scully, shut up and kiss me," he said, his tears mingling with hers as she leaned towards him and pressed her lips against his, both of them crying and smiling into one another's mouths at the same time. "Walter, " Scully said, pulling away from him, "I have my cellphone in my bag...I'm going to call an ambulance. I'll be right back." She stood up slowly, and walked into the bedroom, retrieving her phone from her bag, thankful to hear a dial tone, given their remote location. She dialed 9-1-1 and explained the situation, and she was told that it would be about 15 minutes before the squad would arrive, and she thanked the operator and hung up. Exhausted, she plopped herself back down next to Walter, and they waited for the ambulance together, neither of them saying another word. By 2:00 that afternoon, they were both checked into the hospital, and Walter was restless as he waited for word from Dana's doctor...she had been taken into surgery to remove the bullet that had lodged in her shoulder, and even though he knew that she was in good hands, it didn't stop him from worrying. He knew that he should call Mulder, and let him know what had happened, but he dreaded doing so, because he knew that Fox would panic, and break every traffic law to get there as quickly as possible. Finally, giving in to his better judgement, Walter picked up the phone next to his bed and dialed Mulder's cellphone number.Mulder was going for the all time record for getting sharpened pencils stuck in the ceiling..he hadn't had one fall yet since lunchtime, and he was getting ready to call the Guinness Book people when his cellphone trilled to life, causing him to jump so badly he nearly fell out of his chair. "Mulder," the voice answered, and Skinner swallowed hard before he said anything, then gathering himself, he said, "Mulder, it's AD Skinner...um, Walter." Jesus, he thought to himself, THAT went well. Mulder never used Skinner's first name...not even after all they had been through with the X-Files. "Sir," Mulder said, instantly knowing that something was wrong, because Scully had been quite adamant about him not calling and disturbing their weekend, "is everything alright?" Walter took a deep breath, "No, Agent Mulder, everything is not alright. Agent Scully and I were......we were attacked by Alex Krycek this morning." He closed his eyes, the horror of the last several hours replaying itself in his mind over and over again. "Sir, do you need help? Where is Scully?" Mulder was already shutting down his laptop, ready to leave immediately. "Mulder, she's in surgery---" "WHAT? What.....Skinner...." Mulder's heart sank to someplace below his ankles. "Mulder, calm down, she's going to be fine. Krycek tagged her in the shoulder, but she was conscious and called the ambulance. She'll be fine, but I know that she'd want you to know what happened, and that she's going to be fine." Skinner wished his own words would comfort him as much. "And you, sir?" Mulder didn't really feel all that much better, but he was relieved; if Skinner said she was okay, she was okay. "Agent Mulder, I'd prefer not to discuss this any further over the phone." Walter gave Mulder directions, and within 3 minutes, Fox was in his car and on his way.About an hour later, Mulder pulled up to the Blue Ridge General Hospital, parked his car, and ran into the building. He found the nurse's station, only slightly winded from his run, and pulled out his badge, "Agent Mulder, FBI. My partner and my boss were brought in earlier today?" The nurse checked her computer, and gave Mulder the rooms, 213 and 215, and he ran to the elevator, punching the button furiously until the doors opened. He got in and punched Floor 2, pacing until the elevator stopped to let him back out. He walked quickly up the hall, following the damn signs with their little pointing arrows until he found room 213, which was Skinner's room. Mulder poked his head in, "Sir?" he questioned, making sure it was alright for him to enter. Skinner motioned for him to come in, and Mulder walked to the bed, taking a seat next to his boss's bed. "Hello, Agent Mulder." Skinner was exhausted, but the pain in his stomach and chest had dissipated, allowing at least some of the color to return to his face. He was propped up on 3 pillows, and he smiled weakly at Fox, actually happy to see him. There's a first time for everything, Skinner mused. "Sir, you look like Hell. What happened?" Skinner was touched by the look of concern that plastered Mulder's face, although he suspected he was more worried about Scully. "Krycek happened. He reactivated the virus, Mulder." "SR-819, sir?" Mulder looked confused, "Sir, I thought that was closed...the committee killed it...." "Agent Mulder, Krycek was behind the whole thing. He killed that physicist, Orgell, and he was the one that was following me around. Until this morning, he had his finger on the button...." Skinner trailed off, clenching his jaw, and shaking his head. "No one was supposed to know. To allow you and Scully to investigate, would've meant..." "He was going to kill you, wasn't he, sir? He was sent by the Consortium to take care of you and Scully...that bastard," Mulder exclaimed, "he screwed it up the first time, so he came back to finish the job." "Yes, but not for the reason that you think, Mulder," he said quietly. "What are you talking about, sir?" "Agent Mulder," Walter said, his jaw tight, "Alex Krycek was sent to take care of me.........because of my relationship with Agent Scully." There. He'd said it. He closed his eyes momentarily, and opened them again to see Fox Mulder with his mouth hanging open, chin nearly resting on his chest. "Sir, how did they know?" "Mulder, they know ALL, you know that. We couldn't keep it a secret forever. The Consortium knows, and they don't like it. Which only leaves me one option." "Sir, what..." Mulder was cut off as the doctor entered the room. "Mr. Skinner, you asked to be notified when Agent Scully was out of surgery? She is in her room, and doing just fine. She's already awake, in fact, asking to see YOUR charts." The doctor smiled and left, and Mulder stood, looking down at Skinner, noting the intense relief that washed over the man's pale face. "I'll go see how she's doing, sir," Mulder said, and he left Walter alone in his room.Mulder knocked on Scully's door, entering when he heard her faint, "Come in." He grinned slyly at her as he shut the door behind him. "Mulder? What are you doing here?" Scully asked, surprised, but glad to see him nonetheless. "Nice to see you, too, Scully," Mulder laughed, taking a seat next to her bed, "the bossman called to tell me what happened. He was filling me in when the doctor came in to tell us you were out of surgery." "I see," she said, offering him her hand, which he took gently in his. "I'm fine, Mulder, really, there was no need for you to come all the way up here." "Scully, I've heard that song and dance before. You know how much I love to play nursebitch to you," he laughed, causing Dana to giggle as well. "How is Walter? Is he alright? Does he look okay?" Her blue eyes searched Mulder's face, making sure that he wouldn't lie to her about Walter's condition. "He's fine, Scully. He's resting, and he was just worried about you. You two make quite a pair." Mulder shook his head, and laughed, "whoever would've figured, you and old hardass...." "Mulder," Scully said, giving him the evil eyed look that he'd come to know and love so much. "Oh, oh, Scully, do the eyebrow thing, please?" She arched one at him, then the other, and Mulder was sure that she would be just fine. "See, they still work. I'm glad you came, Mulder. It's good to see you." "You missed me, didn't you, Scully? This was all just a ploy to get me up here to rescue you from Skinner, right?" He snickered as she smacked his hand with hers, then continued, "actually, Scully, I'm a little worried about the big guy." "What do you mean?" Scully was slightly concerned. "Well, he just told me that the Consortium was all bent out of shape over his relationship with you, and that there was only one thing to do." "What? Mulder, what EXACTLY did he say?" Scully had wondered if Walter might do this....try to back out of their relationship, all in the name of keeping her safe. She had had just about enough of being protected by both of the men in her life...Skinner AND Mulder. She could take care of herself, after all. "I just told you, Scully. EXACTLY," he mimicked her, "verbatim. I think you two need to talk, Scully." Mulder stood to go, having more pressing issues to deal with, but she stopped him. "Mulder, go over in that closet and take out my pajama top. Take that godforsaken monitor to the Lone Gunmen and see if they can figure it out, or even better, destroy it." He looked at her incredulously,"You have the triggering mechanism, Scully?" "Just go get it and get it out of here, okay, Mulder?" He walked over and got the small metal box out of her pocket, gingerly turning it over in his hands. "Scully, we could get a raise..." "Mulder, can I borrow your gun for a minute?" Mulder smiled at her, one of his shit-eating grins that she loved about him as much as he loved her eyebrow arches, and walked over to her once more, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. "Take care, partner. Get rested up. I'm glad you're okay. And go easy on the big guy. He loves you, Scully." "Thanks, Mulder." She smiled up at him, and watched him leave. Now, she thought, what is this bullshit with Skinner all about. She picked up the nurse call button, and pressed it, requesting a visit with her next door neighbor. Hospital protocol dictated that she go in a wheelchair, and she did...wheeling herself to the next room and right on in. "Dana," he said, surprised to see her, "how are you feeling?" He wondered why she wasn't looking overly thrilled at the moment, figuring that she might be happier to see him than she appeared to be. "How are YOU feeling, Walter?" Scully asked, a bit of snottiness in her voice. Easy Dana, she told herself, he's been through the wringer, too. He frowned a little at her tone, then replied, "I'm feeling much better, thanks to you. How's your shoulder?" Goddammit Mulder, can't you keep anything to yourself for 3 minutes, Walter thought. "It's going to be fine. The doctor said I can go as early as tomorrow. What about you, sir?" she asked, reverting to suboordinate. If that's the way you want to play, Dana thought, I can beat you at your own game. Big time. He clenched his jaw at her use of 'sir', then raised an eyebrow at her, and replied, "Same story. There isn't much that they can do for me, as you well know. It just has to run its course, and then, back to normal, I guess." He continued to stare at her, trying to figure out what was going through her beautiful little head, and coming up with nothing. She was as good as he was at masking her emotions, he thought, smiling slightly. "Sir, may I ask you a question?" She was getting more and more pissed, and was wondering if coming to visit had been such a good idea...goddammit, she was just so tired, and only wanted to be comforted, not worrying about whether or not Walter was going to back out on her for her 'own good', as she was sure he would put it. "Certainly, Agent Scully," he said, his voice gruff, wondering how it came to be that their first weekend together had ended up as such a mess, and thinking how perfect it would be to have it end in an argument. "Sir, are you going to let the Consortium....are you goingto.....goddammit, are you going to quit....us?" She finished weakly, oh, Dana thought, that was fabulous, just perfect..way to go, girl. "Dana," Walter said, stunned, "all I told Mulder was that..." he didn't get to finish. "...was that there was only one thing to do, sir, that's what you told him, isn't it?" She could've jumped out of the chair and strangled him, but she stayed put, waiting for him to say the words....she wanted to hear it from him. "Yes, but..." Walter was interrupted again, and decided against any further attempts at resolving the situation. He was tired, and she was too, and this was going nowhere, but he let her finish in spite of the facts at hand. "...so, let me do it for you, Skinner. You said you loved me, and now, to protect me, you're going to revert back to Mr. Surly Man, right? You're just going to leave, and let me be safe, right? Well, fuck you, sir," she spat, "allow me to make the break, allow ME to take that weight off your big massive shoulders. Goodbye, sir...that is all you will be from now on...just SIR." She turned and wheeled out of the room, not caring that it hurt the Hell out of her shoulder to be using it so soon, and not looking back at him as she shut the door. "Jesus Christ," Walter said aloud, rolling over onto his side and smiling, a huge grin on his face, and then he felt it growing in his belly, and he started to snicker, and within minutes, he was laughing hysterically, Scully's emotional words still ringing in his ears, the look of anger on her beautiful face, and how he was going to be 'just sir'. He laughed until his stomach really did ache, and then drifted off to sleep, dreaming only, as usual, of Dana Katherine Scully. Back in her room, Scully cried, sure that he was going to leave her, certain that he would let her go to 'save' her, to 'protect' her. She sobbed into the pillows on her bed, and wondered how she was ever going to be able to face him again, how she would ever be able to look into his eyes and only think of him as 'sir'. Physically, and now emotionally exhausted, Scully drifted off to sleep, Walter Skinner's face haunting her dreams, and breaking her heart. Monday morning, Mulder was shocked to see Dana show up at work. Aside from having her arm in a sling, Mulder thought, she looked completely unscathed from Friday's tangle with Krycek, as did Skinner, who he'd seen a bit earlier. "Good morning, Scully," Mulder chirped happily, and she gave him the finger with the arm that wasn't bandaged. "Or not," he corrected himself, "well, I think I need to go get some coffee. Do you want some?" "No thanks, Mulder." She mumbled something at him about reports, and he left their shared office, nearly knocking Walter Skinner down as he boarded the elevator. "Is she in yet?" Skinner asked Mulder hopefully, not doing a very good job of hiding the bouquet of red roses behind his back. "Sir, I wouldn't go in there if I were you." Mulder had a look of mock fear on his face, and Skinner snorted. "No, sir, I mean it." "Is it bad?" Skinner asked. "Do you have your gun, sir?" Mulder bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Agent Mulder, I have roses," Skinner stated. "Sir, I told her good morning, and well, let's just say, I'm number one." He chuckled at Skinner's grimace. "I see. Agent Mulder, do you think...." "Take all the time you need, sir. I'll just be up rifling through your desk." Skinner growled at him, stepping off the elevator so Mulder could be on his merry way, and headed cautiously down the hall, towards the shared office of Dana Scully and Fox Mulder. Luckily, it was a private office, and there was no one else down in the basement this morning. He took a very deep breath, and entered the office. She had her back to him, and she was pounding the shit out of her laptop. She didn't even turn around as she said, "Mulder, on second thought, coffee sounds pretty good." "I don't have coffee, Scully, but I have something else for you," a gruff voice came from behind her, and she froze, afraid to turn around and look at him. She knew that if she did, she would either kiss him or kill him, and was still trying to figure out which it should be when he shoved the bouquet in front of her and stepped back, crossing his arms, waiting. She stared at the roses, and got tears in her eyes, but she didn't turn around. Not even when he closed the office door and locked it. Not even as he walked around the office and closed the blinds that allowed anyone to see into the office. Her gaze was still fixed downwards as he sat at Mulder's desk, across from her, folded his arms across his chest once again, and just stared at her. "Agent Scully," Walter said, in his best authoritative tone, "do you or do you not have anything to say to me." Nothing. She couldn't speak. She bit her bottom lip, trying to fight back her tears, and failed. "I'm waiting, Agent Scully. I don't have a lot of free time around here, as you are well aware." "Sir," she managed weakly, but that was all. "Agent Scully," he hissed at her through clenched teeth, knowing that this was an Oscar-worthy performance,"do I have to repeat myself?" "No, sir," Scully said, "no, you don't have to repeat yourself." He stood up and walked over to her chair, standing directly beside her, looking down at her intimidatingly. "Look at me, Agent Scully. It is an agent's duty to grant eye contact when speaking to, or being spoken to by......" he stopped, deliberately, and she finally looked up at him, her blue eyes swimming in tears, and he continued, ".....when you're being addressed by the man who loves you." She leapt out of her chair, into his arms, weeping with relief, wondering how she ever could have doubted him, for even one moment. His strong arms closed around her, gently so as not to hurt her shoulder, and she cried into his chest for what seemed like hours, sagging against him when she was finished with her outburst, her breath coming in little hiccups as he rubbed his hands up and down her back, soothing and comforting her, bending down to kiss her flaming red hair, and then her lips as she raised her tear stained face up to his. She saw the tears in his eyes, too, and she smiled, and kissed him more passionately than she could ever remember kissing a man in her life. She gave him her whole heart, at that moment, not caring any longer about the Consortium, or who knew about them, or what the consequences might be of the entire situation. Skinner lifted her up by her waist and set her on Mulder's desk, his hands sliding under her bottom, his lips never leaving hers, her mouth tearing the breath out of him as he worked his hands between her thighs, groaning when he found that she was wearing garters and thigh highs. She nuzzled his neck, driving him insane with pleasure as he found her panties and pulled them down and off of her, whispering to her the whole time, "Scully, don't you ever leave me..... don't you ever believe that I would leave you... do you hear me?" and he continued to soothe her, whispering to her even as she wrapped her good arm around his neck and his fingers found her, slipping inside of her, finding her so ready for him, and he moaned to her that he loved her so very much as he found her clit and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger, making her moan, her muscles clamping onto his strong hand as he undid his pants with his other hand, setting his erection free, then pulling her to the edge of the desk and sliding into her, grabbing her ass as he did, still murmuring to her, words that should never be heard in the J. Edgar Hoover FBI building. He didn't care anymore, and he pulled out and thrust back into her, pulled out and thrust in, each time telling her, "never, Scully, I'll never leave you," and she whimpered in her throat, urging him on, and he fucked her harder and harder, pulling her onto him with his hands, trying to fuck her to her very soul, if he could, to show her just how he felt. "Oh, Walter," she moaned, loudly, gasping for breath, feeling him deeper, then deeper still as he pulled her to him, "oh, God, I'll never leave you, never," she cried out, nearly fainting as she came, his cock twitching in time with her spasms, her muscles closing around him, refusing to release him to thrust again, and she felt him come, shooting into her with the force of a rocket launch, thrusting into her several more times, his teeth clenched, head thrown back in pleasure, "fuck," he cried out, still twitching inside of her moments later.They caught their breath, and Walter stood between Dana's legs, tiny spasms still coursing through his cock, her muscles continuing to respond with their own tiny clenching sensations, and they locked gazes, chocolate brown eyes to ice blue ones, and he placed his hands on either side of her face, kissed her gently, and said, "I love you, Dana." "I love you, Walter," she replied, her good arm reaching up to caress his face, "I'm so sorry....." "Don't be sorry, Dana. Just love me. That's all I want. Just you." He slowly and gently pulled out of her, and handed her panties back to her, a huge smile on his face as he put himself back into his pants, and she returned it, tooth for tooth. "I do love you....sir," she sighed, and slid off of Mulder's desk to pull her panties back on.They embraced, and Walter looked at his watch, "Shit, I have to go. I'm slightly late for my 10 AM Monday morning bitch session." He kissed her once more, and walked around opening the blinds, then unlocked and opened the door, to find Mulder standing in the hallway, sipping his coffee, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "It's safe to go in now, Agent Mulder. I've debriefed Scully, and I think she's feeling much better now." Mulder almost choked on his coffee as AD Skinner, former hardass, walked past him and got on the elevator, riding up to the fourth floor. Mulder walked into the office to find Scully typing her report, the roses sitting in the middle of her desk, and he grinned at her as he sat down behind his desk. She didn't even look at him, but watched him out of the corner of her eye as he pulled his laptop over from the edge of his desk, where it was precariously balanced. "Hey, Scully...you didn't...not on my desk, Scully. I know you didn't do that on my desk. Oh my God, you did, didn't you?" Scully smiled at Mulder, her blue eyes shining, and she replied, "Mulder, if I told you, I'd be breaching protocol." The End...I hope they let me sleep now. I'm exhausted. Hope you liked it. ;0)