TITLE: Innigkeit 
NAME: frogdoggie 
E-MAIL: frogdoggie@hotmail.com
CATEGORY: SRA
RATING: NC-17, and I mean it. This story contains VERY 
GRAPHIC consensual sex between two people that you may 
never expect to see together. Forewarned is forearmed. If you 
don't like really graphic stuff, STOP HERE!
SUMMARY: Once I wrote the story "Louisiana Blues" featuring 
Fox Mulder and a certain bespectacled A.D. I thought I really 
should give Scully equal time. I mean all's fair in love and war, 
right? So, this story features Walter Skinner and Dana Scully 
and some very revealing sparks fly. Actually it's sort of poignant 
and sweet - until the end. So, be warned that once again, this 
story is for mature audiences only. Comments, suggestions and 
healthy debate are always welcome. Flames? Hey, I can 
always use a good "weenie" roast.
TIMESPAN/SPOILER WARNING. The current season? Who 
knows - maybe this could be in the next movie. Fine, Whatever. 
HA!
KEYWORDS: vignette romance angst Skinner Scully NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Walter Skinner, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully 
belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th 
Century FOX Broadcasting. No copyright infringement is 
intended and no profit is being made from their use.
Innigkeit 
by frogdoggie
"Innigkeit." Translated from the German as "poignant intimacy 
of feeling - used especially in music.
"If I had been able to put in a goblet the purity of your eyes, the 
softness of your breasts, and drink them, and die...with my soul 
all scented with you." 
-Jean Lahor (La Livre du Neant)
Walter Skinner swam back up through the thick haze of 
unconsciousness. A groan came from low in his throat. Skinner 
was lying on a hard surface. A floor. He could feel the wooden 
floor boards under his cheek. He sat up and grabbed to adjust 
his glasses. They had been knocked askew on his nose. There 
was a dull throb in the back of his skull. It was receding fast and 
he ran a hand over his head and down the back of his neck to 
hasten it's exit.
He glanced down. He was wearing only his white briefs. "Oh 
shit," he thought grimly. He didn't even consider the loss of his 
clothing. He rued the loss of his weapon and his ID a hell of a lot 
more.
"Where the devil am I?" he thought, "and what the fuck 
happened?"
Skinner glanced around the room. The room was small, 
featureless. The walls were plaster, dirty-white. There was a 
bright overhead light on. A King-sized mattress lay on the floor 
up against one wall. There were two doors in the wall to his 
right. His eyes tracked around. There was another person lying 
on the floor on the far side of the mattress. Skinner's gaze 
froze. His lips tightened into a thin line. The other person was 
Agent Dana Scully. She was curled up on the floor in a fetal 
position and clad only in her bra and panties.
"Oh shit," Walter Skinner said aloud this time, for the second 
time since he'd awakened. He knew he should go to her. He 
tried to rise. His head swam and a blinding pain pierced his 
temples. He flopped back down onto the floor. He wasn't going 
to able to get up right away. Scully would have to fend for 
herself. He looked her body over carefully. She didn't seen to 
be hurt. She was breathing regularly. He ran his hand over his 
face and rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses. She'd 
just have to wait he thought in frustration. He turned his thoughts 
towards clearing his head and then to wracking his in mind to 
remember what had happened earlier. Vague memories began 
to surface.
He had been on a stake-out. He'd been directing dozens of 
agents. It was a manhunt. Agents Mulder and Scully had been 
in on the chase because they had been temporarily attached to 
the Violent Crimes Division. All of them were on the hunt for this 
particular serial killer. Mulder had done the profile and Scully the 
autopsies on the last two victims. They had been close to 
apprehending the murderer that night. Skinner wondered if he 
had gotten away.
"Fuck!" he cursed, "If that sick sack of shit had escaped 
because of this - because of what?" he thought looking around. 
He still didn't know what he was doing in the room. His recall 
was very dim and his thoughts jumbled in confusion. He 
struggled to remember more and it slowly began to come back 
to him.
He could see the alley he had been standing in. Agent Scully 
had come running up to his side. "Where's Mulder?" Skinner 
asked.
"We were separated, sir. He's gone on ahead. He's with Agent's 
Gomez and Bennett. They have Henry Lee Schneider cornered 
in that abandoned warehouse up ahead." Scully replied.
"All right, let's go," Skinner barked in command, and that was 
the last thing he could remember. He rubbed the back of his 
neck again.
There was a small moan from the other side of the mattress. 
Dana Scully was obviously coming round. Skinner gingerly 
rose. His head seemed pain free and more clear. He walked 
over to Scully's huddled figure. He stood close and started to 
bend to check on the petite red head. Scully's body jerked 
suddenly and one of her hands flashed out and grabbed his 
ankle hard. She pulled violently forward and upended Skinner. 
He fell back hard on his ass. His fall was broken slightly by the 
mattress on the floor.
"Jesus, Scully! STOP!" he yelled quickly as Dana Scully came 
up fighting.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed and then she back peddled 
quickly until she was sitting with her back against the opposite 
wall. She was breathing hard.
"Christ, Scully. At least I know you were paying attention at 
Quantico," Skinner rumbled as he pushed himself back up into 
a sitting position. It had been a good move he thought. Her hand 
to hand combat instructor would have been proud. He stared at 
Scully. His breath came in gasps. He'd been a bit winded from 
the fall.
Scully stared at him for a fraction of a second longer and then 
she said, "Sir, what the...where are we?" She looked around. 
She looked down. Her eyes went slightly wide. She obviously 
noticed her state of undress and crossed her arms over her 
chest in embarrassment. She breathed deeply several times in 
an effort to relax. "What the hell is going on?" she finally asked 
quietly.
Skinner averted his eyes. He made an effort to stare at a point 
off to the left and away from Scully's direction. That became 
strained after a very short time so he settled for staring at his 
hands. He crossed them over his lap. He noticed his watch was 
gone as well. "Great," he thought.
"I don't know," Skinner answered angrily, "What's the last thing 
you remember?"
"Uhhh.." Scully stammered. She let her breath out once more 
and brought herself completely under control, "I remember 
talking to you in the alley. I told you Mulder and I got separated. 
We were heading over to an abandoned warehouse because 
they had Henry Lee Schneider cornered inside."
"And after that?" Skinner prompted.
"Nothing."
"Crap, I don't remember anything else either," Skinner 
grumbled. He looked around, "Could this be that warehouse?" 
he speculated.
Scully sighed, "I doubt it, sir, Mulder told me the warehouse was 
really an abandoned mannequin factory. It was full of huge 
rooms with lots of naked plaster people in them he said. 
Somehow this doesn't strike me as..."
"...a good fit for his description?" Skinner suggested.
"Right," Scully answered.
Scully was fingering a spot on the side of her neck. Her 
eyebrows raised. She stood up stiffly and walked over to where 
Skinner was still sitting on the edge of the mattress. She knelt 
down beside him. Skinner tensed slightly as she bent close to 
look at the back of his neck. "May I?" she asked stretching out 
her hand towards his skin.
Skinner looked into her face. The professional Agent Dana 
Scully was there again. The startled, embarrassed woman of 
only moments ago was totally absent. Skinner sighed in relief 
and nodded his head slightly.
"All right," he hissed as Scully's small, warm fingers probed the 
back of his neck. He winced as she hit a tender spot.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes."
"We both appear to have been drugged, sir. I'd say a tranquilizer 
dart delivery would be a good guess."
Skinner opened his mouth to speak but before he could reply a 
metallic hissing reverberated around the room and a voice 
interrupted him.
"Very perceptive of you, Agent Scully." The voice hissed. It 
sounded flat and mechanical as well as electronically processed 
somehow. Both Skinner and Scully jumped at the sound. 
Skinner thought the voice sounded fake, disguised to hide the 
speaker's identity. He stood up angrily and moved into the 
center of the room. He turned in a circle seeking the voice's 
source. 
"Who the hell are you, and why are you holding us here?" he 
grated looking around for some clue as to the voice's origin. 
There was no apparent source to be seen.
"What drug did you use on us?" Scully asked into the air. She 
stood up and placed her hands on her hips.
"What you were given is immaterial. The effects are out of your 
bloodstream all ready. As to why I'm holding you - you'll have to 
wait just a bit longer for an explanation. In the meantime, relax, 
sit tight and I'll be back with you in a moment with further 
information. Oh, and incidentally - pardon my rudeness. I would 
hate to have you think I was a poor host - the bathroom is 
behind the door closest to Agent Scully. Scully flinched. Their 
captor had just told them he could see them. 
The mechanical hissing voice went dead and Walter Skinner 
began to pace about like a caged animal. "Thanks a lot, you 
prick," he mumbled under his breath.
Scully stood up and moved to the two doors set in the wall. One 
door had a smaller door set in it. It looked like a hatch and 
opened outwards. Skinner walked over as she was running her 
hand around the hatch's perimeter.
"They can pass things in..." Skinner commented in a low voice, 
"like in a prison or psychiatric hospital."
"So it would seem," Scully replied.
Skinner reached past her and pushed on the small door. It was 
locked. He glanced over at Scully. She shrugged.
She tried the knob on the door. It was locked too. "Ok." she 
said. "This one must not be the bathroom." She released the 
knob and walked the short distance to the other door. Skinner 
stepped back and watched her again. She twisted the knob on 
the second door. It gave and Scully opened the door. It was a 
very small bathroom. Big enough for a toilet and tiny sink and 
that was all.
"Excuse me, sir," she said glancing back at Skinner.
"Oh, sure, go ahead," Skinner replied distractedly. He moved 
away from the doors and continued to look around the room. 
He walked over to the wall farthest across from the doors and 
began to knock on it. Scully shrugged and walked into the 
bathroom. She shut the door behind her.
Thankfully, Scully didn't really have to use the facilities. That 
was going to be difficult enough later with somebody watching. 
She just had to get away from Skinner for a few moments to 
further compose herself. "God, what was happening?" she 
thought. "Was this some new horror The Cigarette Smoking 
Man had cooked up for her? Or was it a new abduction 
scenario? And Skinner? Why Skinner? Why had she and 
Skinner been taken together?
Good Lord it was bad enough to contemplate being abducted 
again. Another abduction was one of her worst nightmares. But 
this situation was quite possibly near the top of her nightmare hit 
parade. To be stuck somewhere alone with Walter Skinner! She 
would be forced to talk to him and him alone. She would be 
forced to deal with him as a person instead of a cipher in an 
office setting. She would be forced to be really non-
professional. The whole idea made her ill. On top of her 
abduction fears it made her doubly sick.
"I mean, Lord! I really didn't need to know the answer to boxers 
or briefs," Scully thought dismally.
Skinner made her so nervous. The prospect of having to stare 
at him in his underwear under these circumstances, and carry 
on some type of intelligent conversation so they could formulate 
a plan of escape made her stomach churn. She moved to the 
sink, ran some water and threw it into her face. It didn't help 
much but at least she felt a little more cool. Well, I can't hide in 
here for much longer she sighed. And I'd better get a grip and 
face this little problem of mine because our lives may depend 
on it she thought. These thoughts were irrational, immature, 
stupid, and unprofessional. But damn it, a part of her couldn't 
help having them. She cursed herself and pushed the childish 
ideas as far back and deep down into her mind as she could.
Setting her shoulders and putting on her 'Doctor Dana I Am Ms. 
FBI Personified Scully face' she flushed the toilet to cover her 
tracks. She opened the bathroom door and walked out.
Skinner was seated on the King sized mattress across from the 
door. He rested his bulk against the wall. His head was tilted 
back and his eyes were closed. When he heard Scully close the 
door he tilted his head back down and opened his eyes.
He got up silently, strode past her without a word, and entering 
the bathroom shut the door behind him. Scully watched his 
back, arched an eyebrow and went over to take her own seat 
on the mattress.
Skinner stood in front of the toilet and flipped up the lid and seat. 
He reached in through his fly and flipped out his penis. "Well, if 
you're watching asshole, I hope you like it," he thought with 
venom. He took aim and sighed as his bladder emptied noisily 
into the toilet bowl. As he pissed he stared ahead at the blank 
wall behind the toilet. "God damn it," he thought. "What in the 
hell were they going to do now?" Wait, he guessed. Wait and 
plan some way out of this mess. Or wait until the unseen captor 
told them what would happen next.
Walter Skinner was not the kind of man who appreciated feeling 
out of control. The aura of helplessness in this situation made 
him seethe, made his skin crawl. It threatened to push him over 
into unreasoning irrationality. His tendency toward a hair trigger 
temper was something he had to guard against lest it 
overwhelm him and endanger them both. "Why were he and 
Scully taken together?" he asked himself. "Was this some new 
plan instituted by The Cancer Man? What diabolical situation 
was brewing here?" There were too many questions and not 
enough answers. This frustrated him to no end. But there wasn't 
much he could do except watch, and wait and be vigilant. He 
finished taking his piss. He shook off and readjusted himself. He 
was careful the make sure he was entirely encased in his briefs.
Christ the thought of Dana Scully seeing him like this set his 
teeth on edge. "Get a grip, Walter," he chided himself. She's a 
professional. This isn't going to phase her. After all, he knew 
she'd seen her partner in a hell of a lot worse condition than this 
and certainly in a greater state of undress. As evidenced by the 
number of Mulder's insurance forms that Skinner signed, Dana 
Scully had probably been overdosed on an incapacitated and 
undressed Fox Mulder.
Somehow that thought went in the wrong direction and then it 
didn't comfort him as much as he hoped it would. He flushed 
the toilet and turned to the sink. He rinsed his hands. He looked 
around for something to dry them on. Seeing nothing he wiped 
them on his briefs. He squared his shoulders and opening the 
bathroom door, walked back out into the room. 
Scully was seated on the mattress in much the same position as 
Skinner had been when he waited for her to reappear from the 
bathroom. He walked over and she tilted her head down off the 
wall as well and stared at his approach. 
"May I?" he asked, indicating a nearby spot on the mattress.
"Go ahead, sir. Sit down," she replied. Scully shifted over to the 
far end of the mattress. Skinner sat down at the opposite end. 
He propped himself against the wall again and stared straight 
ahead. Scully did the same. This worked for them because 
neither had to look directly at the other. They both sighed 
slightly and settled back further against the plaster. 
"What now, sir?" Scully asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Skinner rumbled. He 
felt his jaw muscles tighten again. He felt like his molars were 
going to grind themselves down to tiny stumps.
Scully nodded her head and smiled weakly. Skinner glanced at 
her and caught her expression.
"Agent Scully, uh, this isn't standard Op here. I think we're going 
to have to drop some of the formality. We can't stick to the 
chain of command. If you have an idea or plan, just spit it out. 
Don't think I'll mind. I don't need to feel like I'm the boss in a 
situation like this one," he whispered. "And why in the hell am I 
whispering?" he thought. Their minder or minders probably had 
the place bugged up it's ass. Walter winced at the hidden 
implication in THOSE words. Piss up a rope.
"I wish I had an idea or plan, sir. But quite frankly, I don't have a 
clue what to do. I guess we'll just have to wait for an opportunity 
for escape to present itself and then take advantage of it. We 
can hypothesize all day about who's holding us but I don't think 
it will do any good until our captors actually confront us." She 
pitched her voice low even though she didn't think it would 
make much difference. Their captor or captors probably had 
the entire room filled with bugs.
"Well, I think we can assume that's going to be a while. And 
ascertaining anything about them will be difficult. Obviously our 
captor or captors can see our every move and probably hear 
everything we say as well. Fuck," Skinner fumed, "If this is 
Henry Lee Schneider holding us here, I'll have his guts for 
garters," he raged loudly, "Christ," he thought, "That's helpful. 
Let's just antagonize the homicidal maniac, Walter. Nice move." 
He thumped his head into the wall. Scully glanced over at him. 
Skinner's jaw muscled jumped with tension.
"It's not your fault, sir," Scully stated quietly. Skinner's head 
swiveled round. Light reflected off his lenses.
"I was responsible for your safety, Agent Scully. I should have 
been watching your back," he replied in a whisper, "You're 
being here IS my fault."
There was a mechanical hiss and the metallic voice's laugh 
echoed off the walls.
"Who's fault it is doesn't really matter, Mr. Skinner. You can 
blame me, if it will help."
"Why don't you fucking show yourself then, so I know who I'm 
blaming," Skinner retorted. He didn't rise this time. He just 
looked up at a point where he imagined the voice might be 
coming from. He tried to look nonchalant. Under these 
conditions it was down right pointless to try - but he did.
"Well, that would be rather ill advised wouldn't it?" the voice 
chuckled. "But I will tell you one thing - this isn't Henry Lee 
what's his name? Schneider. I'll tell you that much, big boy."
Skinner glared at the ceiling. Scully did the same.
The voice shook with laughter, "Oh, and by the way, you were 
quite right. I can see both of you very clearly, even in the 
bathroom. I can also hear your every word. So, escape is going 
to be very difficult. But of course it really won't be necessary if 
you do as you're told."
"What do you mean?" Scully asked.
Skinner glanced at her, "Yes, what do you want from us you 
asshole?"
"Now, now, Walter, I'm getting to that point."
Skinner gritted his teeth. Obviously their keeper had their IDs. 
He really hated the way his first name rolled off the man's lips 
and through the mechanical hiss of the hidden microphone. He 
undoubtedly had all their clothing and their weapons as well 
Skinner thought. That last idea really did piss him off.
Not giving up your weapon was a matter of pride not to mention 
a life and death issue. And Holy Mother of God! The formal 
reprimand in your file and the mounds of paperwork that would 
come with the loss of your piece as well was really a royal pain 
in the keister. Skinner bumped his head against the wall again. 
"Can we cut the crap and just get to the point," he spat.
"Jesus, baldy, I don't think you're going to be in such a hurry 
when you hear what I have to tell you," the voice replied 
sarcastically.
Skinner flushed crimson and started to rise up on his haunches. 
Scully caught the motion and moved to stop him.
"Sir, he's just trying to goad you," she advised. Skinner glanced 
in her direction again, nodded and sat back down.
"Listen to her, Walter. A type A personality like yours is prime 
heart attack material. Calm down and lend an ear."
Skinner clenched his lips tight and struggled to calm his 
breathing. When he was under control he spoke again.
"All right, I'm listening."
"Good," the voice said. "Okie Dokie. Here's the story. 
My...employer has paid me a great deal of money to bring you 
here and keep you on ice. You will be released unharmed 
eventually. But before I can release you I have to ask you to do 
something for my employer." The voice stopped it's recitation. 
Skinner looked up. Scully looked up as well.
"Well, aren't you curious as to what he wants?" the voice asked.
Skinner sighed. He hated to play games with maniacs. "All right, 
what does he want?" he asked humoring the voice.
"Yes, what does he expect us to do?" Scully obligingly chimed 
in.
"He wants you to fuck each other," the voice flatly replied.
"What?" Skinner asked as if he hadn't heard what was said.
"Oh come on, I know you heard me. My employer wants you to 
fuck her. He's paid a lot of money to get this on tape. He has his 
reasons which you don't need to know. But he really wants you 
to bang her, Walter. So I would suggest you give it some serious 
thought."
"NO FUCKING WAY!" Skinner yelled into the room. He didn't 
dare look at Dana Scully. He could sense her movement at the 
other end of the mattress. She was moving further away from 
him. He didn't blame her.
"No fucking? Ah, wrong attitude my man. Well, if you won't 
screw her I've got my orders."
There was a sudden sound outside the door in front of them. 
The door with the hatch. The hatch swung open. Skinner and 
Scully kissed the floor as a gunshot rang out. The round hit the 
ceiling above them with a loud crack. The hatch slammed shut.
"YOU COWARDLY PIECE OF SHIT!" Skinner howled in rage. 
He was up instantly and slammed one massive shoulder against 
the door. The door shook but didn't budge. 
Scully sat up but remained mute. "So it seems it might be 
captors after all. She thought about the possible distance 
between the location of the microphone and the hand that held 
the gun.
Skinner realized quickly how futile rushing the door had been. 
He stepped back, breathing hard. "All right, fine," he hissed. So 
there were at least two perps he concluded. Unless it's one guy 
and he's an Olympic gold medalist in the 200 meter run - or 
Reed Richards from the Fantastic Four. Skinner stalked back 
over to stand at the edge of the mattress.
"I see you got my point, Walter," the voice echoed in Skinner's 
ears. "And furthermore - before I shoot you both I've been 
instructed to come in there with quite a bit of extra help at my 
disposal and hurt her, Walter. I'm going to hurt Agent Scully and 
enjoy doing it. And then I'll shoot you both. So, you see, you 
don't have any choice, Mr. Skinner. I suggest you seriously 
think about the alternative to a few minutes of pleasure and get 
down to business."
"You dick," Skinner growled. Scully still remained mute. She 
had gotten up however and was walking a circuit of the room. 
Skinner wouldn't follow her movements. He kept his eyes on his 
hands.
"Be that as it may. You can take my word for it. My employer is 
serious. I'm serious. I have both your weapons as well as 
weapons of my own. I will use them. But, look, I'm not a total 
inconsiderate lout. I know this isn't a situation that's conducive 
to...romance. So, I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you an hour 
and a half to talk it over. You can get better acquainted with 
each other. An hour and a half. I'll check back for your decision 
then."
"An hour and a half? How in the hell are we going to know when 
the times up? You took our watches!" Scully yelled in frustration 
from near the door with the hatch. Skinner jumped slightly. Her 
voice was full of anger and fear and Skinner's anger bubbled up 
into his chest.
"HOW DARE YOU..." he railed.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CHROME DOME!" the voice shouted 
loudly over the mechanical connection, "Ms. Scully, please 
move away from the door." Scully did as she was told. The 
hatch opened. An unseen hand threw Skinner's watch into the 
room. Scully dove forward and just managed to snag it in her 
hand. 
"Nice catch, Dana," the voice laughed, "An hour and a half," it 
added and then the mechanical hissing went dead again.
Scully walked back over to the mattress. She extended the 
watch. Skinner walked forward. He took the watch from Scully 
and put it onto his wrist. The second hand swept it's face as he 
looked at it. And hour and a half? Jesus. He looked down into 
Dana Scully's face.
"Christ, Scully," he sighed. Scully looked down at her feet and 
walked away from him. She walked back over to the doors, 
opened the bathroom door and walked in. Skinner watched as 
she shut it tight. He closed his eyes and walked up over the 
mattress. He sat down and rocked his head back against the 
wall again. What he wouldn't give for a shot of bourbon. Damn. 
Presently he heard the toilet flush. The sink ran and then 
ceased running.
Scully opened the bathroom door soon afterwards. She crossed 
back over to the mattress and sat down with her back to the 
wall again as well.
"We'd better talk about the ultimatum, sir. We don't have much 
time," she stated matter-of-factly.
Skinner swiveled just his head around to stare at her. "Damn it," 
he hissed. He went back to facing foreword. He bumped his 
head hard against the wall again.
"Would you stop that please," Scully snapped, "it's driving me 
nuts."
Skinner shifted to face her. She pinned his eyes. The air 
cracked under the strain of her gaze. Skinner's brow furrowed. 
One second, two seconds. He spoke at last, "Um, I'm sorry. 
This whole thing is driving ME nuts."
Scully turned to face him as well. They sat Indian style and 
stared at each other. Skinner shook his head. Scully looked 
away at last.
"God, this is ridiculous isn't it?" Scully ventured looking around 
the room again.
"Ridiculous?" Skinner replied, annoyed. He was also looking 
around the room.
"Well, ridiculous isn't quite the right word I guess. Maybe 
unbelievable would be a better choice?"
"HA," Skinner barked a short derisive laugh. "I could agree with 
you there." He was still avoiding her eyes. He could feel Scully 
looking at him again, however, so he finally glanced into her 
face.
"Scully, I can't even think of doing what he asked us to do. I 
hope you realize that," he whispered. Skinner knew his face 
was reddening. "God damn it," he thought. He hated the way his 
scalp got red when he was embarrassed too. This was agony 
and he was in hell. In a minute his face would look like it had 
been burned in hell's flames. Shit.
Scully raised an eyebrow, "Well, sir, then we're going to die 
here," she replied equally as quietly, "and I don't want to die," 
she added. Her voice shook just a bit.
Skinner's heart wrenched in his chest at the sound of fear in her 
voice. Scully was almost always stony in her professionalism. 
Stoic. The slip in her control disturbed Skinner more than any 
thought of touching her sexually ever could. His embarrassed 
flush was quickly joined by a flush of anger.
"Scully..."
"Sir, I...this isn't easy for me either. But, I think, I think we have 
to seriously consider doing what he wants. I..." Scully swallowed 
hard. "Mother Mary, help me now," she prayed inwardly. This 
scene was something she'd never seen in her worst Skinner 
nightmare. No way in hell. She knew her face was turning beat 
red. She looked down at her hands to mask the fact from 
Skinner.
"Scully...Jesus, that's...it would be...that's rape."
The word brought Scully's head up with a snap. She met 
Skinner's eyes. She couldn't look away.
Skinner could barely say the last word. Something worked 
across his face. His guts wrenched. It was painful. He rubbed a 
large hand over his stomach. He studied Scully's face. His 
vision curved and warped. He saw the face of a young 
Vietnamese woman. He saw the back of one of his platoon 
buddies over the woman. The man was over her and between 
her struggling legs. He heard her pained, frightened screams as 
the soldier pistoned into her. He felt himself raise his rifle butt 
and crack his soon to be ex-buddy in the back of the head as 
he cried out his orgasm. Skinner shook his head. Scully's face 
was Scully again. "I...Damn it to HELL," was all he could spit 
out.
Scully was afraid. Afraid for herself but she was afraid for 
Skinner as well. Something had passed across his face. It 
looked incredibly painful when it did. If they were going to 
confront this nightmare head on and get out of it alive she had 
to make him realize...she had to drive any thoughts of rape out 
of his mind and do it very quickly. Her hands shook but she 
managed to make her voice steady. She hoped her words were 
the right approach. She was really treading into unknown 
territory now. Lord, talk about extreme possibilities she thought 
grimly.
"It wouldn't be rape. Uh, force wouldn't enter into it, sir. I...I 
wouldn't let it be rape," Scully whispered, "You have to realize 
we may not have a choice. You can't think of...you can't think 
of it in those terms."
"Shit. So, it makes it all right because you have no choice BUT 
to consent? I don't buy that Scully," Skinner shook his head.
Scully's mouth opened but no sound came out. Skinner plunged 
on, "And besides - what guarantee do we have that we can 
believe anything that freak said. What if we got through with, if 
we..what if they just come in here and aced us afterwards 
anyway? I don't think we can count..."
"Well, if that happens I guess we'd die happy," Scully snapped 
in exasperation.
"Oh Fine! I think I'd rather die in my God damned bed." Skinner 
snapped back, "In my sleep," he added.
"Sir, please, just give it some thought for a couple of minutes 
here. I don't think you want to die either over something that, 
well a basic biological function that..."
"Basic biological function?" Skinner looked at her in 
amazement. Blood had rushed into his face, "That sounds like 
some fucking line from Star Trek, Scully. Dr. Spock speak for 
Christ's sake."
"It's Mr., sir. MR. Spock," Scully corrected.
"Shit, whatever!" Skinner barked. There was a note of panic in 
his voice. Scully's face went pale.
Walter Skinner felt dizzy. His vision blurred slightly. He barely 
felt his body as he turned away from Scully. He suddenly grew 
very still. He crossed his arms over his chest. He put his head 
down and bent over his stomach. He began to rock slowly back 
and forth from the waist.
Scully stared in shock. Skinner rocked. Luckily, he didn't make 
a sound but the slow, rhythmic movement was bad enough. 
Scully watched his muscles move around his spine as he 
continued to rock and she thought he didn't even realize he was 
doing it. He was sealing himself off from her completely. The 
rocking was terribly disturbing. This wasn't good.
"Sir, I'm a doctor...I...well, I can rationalize things that way I 
guess. If we detach the act from..." She could see he wasn't 
really listening. Scully sighed and made an aimless gesture with 
her hand. She knew he couldn't see it but the movement helped 
her to cope. Oh God. What do I do now?" she thought in 
growing alarm.
Skinner took in a sudden sharp breath. His rocking slowed. His 
rocking stopped. Skinner uncrossed his arms. His back 
straightened. Scully watched his spine become ramrod straight. 
Skinner's head came up and he ran his hand over the back of 
his neck. He finally spoke, "Do you think I can just function 
under these conditions?" There was incredible strain in his 
voice.
Despite the sound of strain Scully breathed out heavily with 
relief. He sounded more like the old Skinner. He seemed to be 
back from whatever strange land he had been temporarily 
visiting. She could see his jaws working again however. She 
didn't understand how anyone could keep their muscles so tight 
for so long.
Skinner continued, "I mean, contrary to popular belief, not every 
man is ready to jump to attention at a moments notice," 
Embarrassment dripped from his every word, "Even if he was a 
Marine."
Scully raised an eyebrow. She realized with dismay that she 
wanted to smile. "Oh God, please don't let me do it," she 
thought. She desperately suppressed the tiny dangerous, 
nervous grin that threatened to play across her lips. She studied 
Walter Skinner's back. She knew they would very likely have to 
go through with the act requested by the voice. The whole idea 
was rapidly descending into a dream. Yes, it was a nightmare. 
She shook herself. But, she couldn't think of it under those 
terms either. She had to just blank out her mind and think of it 
as...as what? She respected Skinner. But he made her feel like 
a child sometimes. She saw him in paternal terms. "Oh 
wonderful, that's going to help here. Keep thinking of him as 
your Father. RIGHT, Dana," she mused with chagrin. She had 
to get past that picture VERY fast.
She watched as Skinner shifted again and turned around to 
face her. She stared into his glasses. He had rather attractive 
brown eyes she thought. They seemed softer somehow at that 
moment, soft and...
"Scully?" Skinner prompted.
"OH.. I'm sorry, sir, what were you saying."
"I was saying I'm not sure I can...for God's sake. I mean...this 
isn't very...I'm dying here." he groaned out the last part in a 
hoarse whisper. He looked away from her again.
"Oh." Scully replied. "Uh, well, why don't you just try to relax. 
We have almost an hour and a half. Give it some...try to think 
about...Oh God. She really didn't know what to say. She knew it 
was close to impossible. How could he be expected to...Walter 
Skinner was so uptight his underwear practically squeaked for 
God's sake. The prospect of him getting it up in a situation like 
this was..." Scully let her musings trail off. They weren't doing 
any good. She was beginning to think that they were both dead.
"Oh shit," she snapped. "I know what you mean, this is just 
awful," she said. She hated the sound of her voice at that 
moment. It was petulant. Almost a whine. She tried to soften her 
words, "I'm so sorry, sir, I..."
The sound of her words had their effect on Skinner, however. 
He looked at her again. He signed deeply. "Hell, she's really 
coming apart," he thought as he looked into her eyes. And she's 
not the only one he mused with bitterness. Scully looked like a 
doe caught in his headlights. This wasn't good. He had to get a 
grip. He couldn't let the feelings of helplessness and impotence, 
and anger overwhelm him like they had almost done a moment 
ago. Like they had sometimes since Nam. "Fuck it Walter, 
you're attitude isn't helping Dana Scully. In fact if you're worried 
about her safety you're killing her with your stupidity all ready." 
He winced. As much as he felt totally incapable of it, he was 
going to have to help her, help them both cope and relax. He'd 
have to try to make some kind of connection with this woman, 
or die. They would both die. He decided on life instead.
"Scully, it's all right," he said quietly. He got up and walked over 
to where she was seated on the mattress. He sat down next to 
her. He still didn't want to touch her but he made himself sit as 
close to her as he could. He stared down at the floor, "I know. I 
don't want this either. God, Scully this is the last thing I'd want. 
It's horrible."
She glanced at him. An eyebrow arched slightly almost of it's 
own volition.
Skinner caught the look. He blanched as white as the plaster 
walls. "God Damn it," he thought. "I...I don't think...I didn't mean 
to say that she's unappealing or...Oh shit!" he swore inwardly.
"I know what you mean sir, I couldn't agree more." Scully let 
him off the hook. Her accusing look had been out of line 
anyway. But somewhere deep in her subconscious she took 
guilty pleasure in seeing Skinner squirm for a moment.
Skinner plunged on with a sigh of relief. "But, God help us, you 
may be right, Scully. We may have to go through with what that 
jerk wants. I...I'm not sure we do have any other choice." He 
glanced up at her face to gauge her reaction.
She looked over into his specs. She shrugged her shoulders 
and tried a weak smile, "Yes, I'm glad you've reached that 
conclusion too, sir. I'm open to suggestions."
Skinner straightened up again. He pushed his glasses back up 
onto his nose. It was a familiar gesture to Scully, but not on 
Skinner. She smiled a bit further over the thought. But then she 
let her face become more neutral as she waited for Skinner to 
volunteer - something, anything, a suggestion, an idea, a way 
out?
"Well, Uh, Why don't we talk...let's just talk for now. We can 
discuss things. Whatever you want to talk about, Scully. Maybe 
if we get a little more comfortable by just talking about 
inconsequential things it'll make this...Christ maybe we can 
cope better," Skinner offered. He felt like a complete and utter 
moron as he looked over into Dana Scully's sympathetically 
pensive face.
Scully groaned inwardly as she looked up into Skinner's eyes. 
His face was a sight to behold. His previous anger was gone, 
but a look of humiliation and confusion had taken it's place. His 
face was so tight you could have bounced a quarter off his nose 
and fractured your own skull with the ricochet. Scully felt 
empathy for him. Pity almost but that wasn't a good emotion to 
feel for Walter Skinner. When he picked up on that feeling he'd 
be angry all over again. No, she felt like she had to...like she'd 
better finally talk to him. Lord, she'd better say something. He 
was going to crack under the pressure if she didn't. That was an 
event she never, ever wanted to see - especially after the 'Mr. 
Rocking Horse Winner' episode he had pulled on her earlier. 
She set her shoulders again and said, "All right, sir, what would 
you like to talk about?"
She watched his shoulders relax all at once. His face softened a 
bit and he rolled his head slightly. There was a sharp crack as 
his neck popped. Scully jumped and then she smiled slightly. 
Skinner gave her a weak smile.
"Better?" she asked as pleasantly as she could.
He massaged his neck, "Yeah, actually, that felt great," he 
wriggled his jaw and rubbed it as well. Then he obviously had 
more to say, "Well, first of all, you can drop the sir for now, just 
call me Walter."
Scully resisted the eyebrow arch this time. She did smile 
however, "Well I can try that I guess. And I suppose you'd better 
call me Dana, then."
"Uh..." Skinner tried to smile, "You don't let Mulder call you 
Dana do you?
"No, I don't, sir."
"Walter."
"Right. Mulder calls me Scully, Walter."
"Then I'll call you Scully too," Skinner replied with finality.
"O...K." Scully thought bemused. Laughter bubbled up into her 
chest. There was touch of hysteria close behind that bubble. 
The fact that two of the most important men in her life refused 
to call her by her first name threatened to send Dana Scully into 
paroxysms of uncharacteristic giggling. She struggled to hold 
the giggles in. But, Skinner's comment did cause Scully to give 
him her first genuine smile. The smile that she reserved for only 
one of the most important men in her life.
"She looks nice when she smiles," Skinner thought. He finally 
gave her his real grin. The one none of his agents ever saw on 
pain of death.
Scully watched Skinner show some teeth. He should smile 
more often she thought, "So, what would you like to talk about?" 
she prompted.
"Well, normally I'd discuss the Redskins but I don't suppose 
that's a hot topic with you?" Skinner chuckled.
"Well, actually I enjoy discussing football. But, I'm sort of OD'd 
on it right now. I get enough football to last me when I'm with 
Mulder," Scully grinned.
"Mulder!" she thought in dismay. God, what would he think 
about this situation? Why couldn't it be them in this room 
jumped instantly unbidden into her mind. Of course she knew 
she had feelings for her partner. Very unprofessional feelings 
for him and she had had them for a very long time. She knew 
she loved him. Had for years. Lately they had danced around 
each other's ill concealed feelings. They had almost admitted 
they were in love with each other. Just two nights ago Mulder 
had tentatively kissed her good night. On the lips. She had 
known it wasn't a chaste kiss, not that time. She had grown hot, 
but jumped out of the car as if scalded. She had walked quickly 
up the steps to her apartment without looking back. She sighed 
inwardly. If she ever did make it out of this room alive 
something would definitely be done about that issue she 
thought. "God, I hope I can," she prayed silently. 
Well, maybe she had found the solution to the whole matter at 
hand. If she could think of Mulder while....
Skinner stared at Scully. Football. Jesus. Sharon had loved to 
talk football. Football had been one of the things they really had 
in common. Lord, he missed his wife. Even after all this time the 
divorce hurt. He always knew the failure of their marriage had 
been his fault. He'd been too involved in the job. Too selfish, too 
brusque, too tired and too limp half the time to be a decent 
husband. Sharon had deserved a hell of a lot more. Especially 
the sex. The sex part had been problematical. In those days he 
drank hard and worked harder. Too bad his cock didn't stay as 
hard. He cringed. No wonder Sharon had given him his walking 
papers. But he missed her touch. They'd been good together 
once. They had been young and in love once.
Maybe he had found the solution to the matter at hand. If he 
could think of Sharon while... 
He noticed Scully was staring at him. He hastened to pick up 
the thread of the conversation. 
"So, Mulder talks football a lot?" Skinner asked.
"Yes, and he's a real Redskins fan. He still holds hope for them. 
But he really prefers basketball. He's not a bad player either. I 
went to one of his pick up games once. He's good." Scully 
smiled at the memory. She had thought Mulder was showing off 
a bit for her at the time. It had tickled her. Her face grew soft at 
the memory. She looked down at the mattress. 
Skinner caught her little smile. He saw the soft look on her face. 
Christ, she looks...she looks damned beautiful he thought 
suddenly. He blinked. "Whoa, where the hell did that thought 
come from?" he wondered. Yeah, well, she did look nice - in a 
delicate, fresh sort of way. For God's sake he wasn't blind after 
all. He was a man. He couldn't help but think she looked good - 
that was all. A little voice piped up in the back of his brain. "Liar, 
liar pants on fire," it teased. He slugged the source hard in the 
nose and it fell as if poleaxed.
He looked at Scully. He was still reeling a bit from kicking 
himself in the little voice. He spoke and it was a mistake. "I play 
a bit of basketball myself," he replied. His voice sounded 
strange. It cracked. "Jesus wept," he quaked silently.
Scully was picking lint off the mattress. She looked up into his 
glasses. She had a quizzical look furrowing her brow. She 
brushed some hair out of her eyes. 
"Shit, why did I say that, and in that tone?" he mused with 
derision. "I sound like I'm boasting," he thought. "Like I'm 
involved in some kind of...testosterone pissing contest. Like I 
have to...Why do I feel like I need to compete with Mulder?" he 
thought suddenly. His mouth pulled down in a scowl. This was 
getting bizarre, talk about your damned X-file," he thought as 
Scully pinned his eyes. Skinner saw something pass over her 
face. He recognized the expression. He knew the emotion. 
"Crap," he thought. Skinner's thoughts regarding Fox Mulder 
coalesced further as he regarded Scully's face.
Well, he shouldn't be surprised. She'd been partnered with 
Mulder for a long time. He wondered idly just how far things had 
gone. Under the circumstances it WAS a pointless idle thought 
and even though he was their superior probably none of his 
business anyway. There had been a lot of baggage between the 
three of them. A lot of water under the bridge in five years. 
Nothing had given him a clue that Mulder and Scully were in a 
relationship. They were still professional. Well, Scully was 
professional. Mulder was Mulder. But, their close rates were still 
consistently high. Who was he to begrudge them a little mutual 
pleasure, a little happiness? It was a hell of a lot better then his 
miserable, slave to the bureaucracy, beat it to get off when 
you're horny situation. He ran his hand over his mouth.
"But Holy Ghost, if she's involved with Mulder and sitting here 
under the gun to...Oh Man, this IS terrible. Not only would he be 
compromising Scully he'd be cuckolding a man that he actually 
had a lot of respect for. A guy that he respected a hell of a lot. 
Crap. Mulder wasn't just any employee. Not your average 
agent, either. He was a valued colleague...fuck, he liked the 
guy. He even considered him a friend in the odd moment. Odd 
moment? Shit that was a fucking understated malapropism 
here wasn't it? Mulder WAS his friend even if neither of them 
would ever admit it. Fucking? OH MOTHER! Am I about 
to...will I be having another man's woman here? Jesus. He was 
doing it to both of them - screwing them both," Walter Skinner 
could barely entertain the implications.
He started to shake a bit and he decided to change the subject 
away from Fox Mulder in one mother of a hurry.
"So, seen any good movies lately?" he asked abruptly. "Oh Dog 
Piss!" he blurted out. And then the total absurdity of the whole 
mess rushed in on Walter Skinner and he threw his head back 
and laughed like hell. The laughter came from deep in his belly, 
it was a basso profoundo sound. He shook with it. Tears 
squirted from his eyes and hit the inside of his lenses. 
Scully gaped at him for a moment and then she started to 
giggle. "Oh NO! Here it comes," she thought. I can't hold it back 
any longer. Laughter bubbled up out of her chest. Dana Scully 
started to laugh herself silly for the first time in a long time. She 
almost welcomed the hysteria of it. It brought a measure of 
relief.
Tears were soon streaming down both their faces.
The storm was over quickly for Skinner however. He gasped 
and struggled for control. He felt a lot better, more relaxed for 
sure. But, he needed to gain his composure. He stopped 
laughing and removed his specs. He wanted to wipe them. He 
realized the only place to do it was his briefs. He almost burst 
out laughing again. Instead he gently wiped the lenses on the 
very top edge of his white BVDs. He shook his head in 
humorous self-depreciation. He put his glasses back on.
Scully had gotten herself back under control as well. She wiped 
the tears from her face and pushed her hair back behind her 
ears. She figured she had to say something. She gave it a try.
Scully sputtered, as she gained control of her voice, "Oh God, 
I'm sorry, sssi...WWWalter. Damn. It's just that well..."
"Yeah, I know, this is too much. Scully, I'm no good at small 
talk. I expect it's something that may have even contributed to 
my divorce. I know it drove my ex-wife nuts. So, trust me. I 
know just how you feel," Skinner chuckled wryly.
The words "trust me" dropped between them like a bombshell. 
Skinner practically felt the air ice over into frost. All semblance 
of conviviality froze like an icicle. Skinner looked over at Dana 
Scully. Her blue eyes fit perfectly into the new Arctic color 
scheme. They were ice chip hard.
"Trust you?" Scully asked coldly before she could stop herself.
Skinner's eyes narrowed behind his lenses. "So, she still harbors 
distrust in me?" he thought. Well, he could understand it he 
guessed. But it bothered him. Caused his neck hairs to rise in 
anger. He thought they were past the doubt thing. The betrayal 
idea. He hated to admit it but it hurt to think Scully still doubted 
his loyalty to her and her partner. He felt his jaw clench again. 
He fought to remain calm. He breathed steadily to relax again.
"Trust?" Scully thought. Trust Walter Skinner? That was an 
interesting subject she considered. She had a lot of questions 
she wanted to ask him about trust. But Dana Scully wasn't sure 
that was a good idea under the circumstances. They didn't 
know who their captors really were and the walls did have eyes 
and ears. She looked into Skinner's eyes. She caught the 
answering look. Somehow Skinner knew what she was 
thinking. It was in his eyes.
"Trust me, Scully," Skinner whispered. "You can trust me, 
really. Please. Believe me," he added looking down at his large, 
blunt hands. It had been very hard for him to say those words. 
He said it as if he were talking almost to himself. The overhead 
light flashed off his lenses as he continued to study his hands.
Scully saw and heard his sincerity. She heard the hurt and pain 
in his voice. Her heart filled with emotion. "Oh no," she thought. 
She realized with sudden dismay and maybe for the first time 
that Skinner was innocent of any wrong doing. He was on her 
side and Mulder's too. It was written in every line of his body. 
She knew it would be in his eyes if she could see them. She 
could tell by the way he held his face immobile and let only his 
body show his true thoughts. She knew he wouldn't be able to 
hide what his eyes would say. He was beyond hiding things 
now. She knew it because he wouldn't look up at her. Despite 
wanting her desperately to believe him he still didn't want her to 
see his eyes. She knew he didn't want her to see what else 
might be in them. Scully sighed.
She moved and touched his hands. He flinched and tried to pull 
away but she increased the pressure. He sat still. She moved 
her head slightly to indicate the room's non-security. Skinner 
nodded imperceptibly.
"I...I was always sorry about you and Sharon, sir, uh, Walter. I 
know the divorce was difficult. I TRUST...I hope you feel better 
about it now," she pitched her words so that Skinner would 
understand what she really meant. She could trust him. She had 
to now. There was very little choice. She glanced down at his 
watch. He looked up and noticed her directed gaze. 
"There's time yet," he whispered. He laid his hand over her 
smaller hand. He kneaded her fingers lightly. Scully sat very 
still.
The mechanical voice, serpent-like, hissed into the room. It 
insinuated itself between them.
"Well, that's a lot better guys. Feel free to get closer."
"Hey, asshole, times not up yet," Skinner glared dropping 
Scully's hand like it was hot. Scully winced.
"I know that, big guy. But I just wanted to make sure things were 
moving along. And hey, listen Walter. When you two really get 
down to business, I have a word of advice. Look like you're 
enjoying it. Either look like it or put on a hell of a performance - 
Academy Award caliber would be advisable. Because if you 
don't - it's going to go very bad for you both."
"Thanks for the advice," Skinner retorted. He shifted 
uncomfortably. He frowned and looked at Scully. His lips were 
tight again. He called up towards the ceiling "Hey, Mr. Well-
intentioned?"
"Yes, MISTER Skinner," the voice smirked.
Skinner took a deep breath, "If you expect us to go through with 
this - if you expect us to have sex - How about some 
protection?"
"Protection?" the voice asked quizzically.
"Yeah, you know...condoms!" Skinner's voice caught on the last 
word.
"Rubbers?"
Scully's mouth dropped open slightly. Her eyes flicked from 
Skinner to a spot over her head.
"Yeah, you know, prophylactics. P-R-O-P-H-" Skinner started 
to spell it out, sarcasm dripping in his voice with each letter.
"Walter...uh, sir?" Scully cautioned. She thought his attitude 
might be a mistake. It soon seemed it was.
"Oh. Well, Walter I hate to say this, but my employer stipulated 
no rubbers. He wants you to have - how can I put this? Uh - No 
obstacles between you and Ms. Scully's pleasure. Yes, no way 
to have you NOT face up to the fact that it's your cock inside 
her, understand? All that latex might give you an out. A way of 
not facing the facts. So, I guess you can't count on condoms, 
buddy. Sorry." The voice giggled and then there was dead 
silence again.
"GOD DAMN IT!" Skinner slammed his fist down hard on the 
floor. He was instantly sorry. It hurt like a son of a bitch.
"Walter!" Scully upbraided him. She grabbed his hand and 
tenderly began to examine it. Skinner tried to pull away.
"Stop it!" Scully scolded. "You could have broken a bone. That 
was really foolish," she added with genuine concern.
"All right, I'm sorry," Skinner breathed out shakily. "I just can't 
believe he wouldn't, that I'll have to...Crap!" he shook his head.
Scully looked into his glasses, "Walter, it's all right. Listen. I 
know neither of us have to worry about STDs. I..."
"Well of course we're CLEAN, Scully, that's not what I'm 
thinking about..." Skinner let his voice trail off.
Scully opened her mouth in shock. He doesn't know she 
thought. No one had told him. She couldn't believe Mulder at 
least hadn't said something. She continued to probe Skinner's 
hand. "You're worried about pregnancy?" she asked quietly.
"Well of course. For Christ sake, Scully, I...I don't want to knock 
you up. Shit. Sorry. That didn't come out quite right."
Scully pursed her lips and released his hand, "No harm done, 
Walter, but I wouldn't recommend doing that again," she placed 
his hand back in his lap. Her hand accidentally brushed his 
thigh. She looked into his eyes again. Skinner's face was set in 
stone. His jaw muscles worked themselves tight once more. 
She reached up impulsively and touched his jaw. He flinched 
again.
"And as for the risk of your getting me pregnant? You can't. I'm 
sterile," she stated without preamble. The direct approach had 
always worked with Skinner before. She saw no reason to 
change that pattern now.
"Scully?" he asked confused.
"I'm barren. The cancer treatment made me sterile," she 
repeated. It was the most logical sounding explanation. She 
didn't think Skinner wanted to hear about alien abductions or 
stolen ova right now.
"OH God, I... I didn't...I..." Skinner blustered. He touched the 
hand she had placed against his jaw. His muscles relaxed a bit. 
She withdrew her hand.
Skinner sighed, "So, we're going to have to go through with this 
then, aren't we?" he asked.
"I guess so. How much time do we have left?"
"About 10 minutes."
Scully touched his hands again, "Walter, really, it's all right. I...I 
can deal with this, uh, I can get through it. It's not going to be 
easy but, I do trust you. I respect, you sir, more then you know 
really. I think..well, I know you won't hurt me," she said, 
tenderness in her voice.
"I appreciate that Scully. And I would never hurt you. I just hope, 
well I hope...., oh shit." his voice caught in his throat.
"Hope what?" she asked. 
"I hope we'll enjoy it Scully or at least that we're good at faking it 
because if we're not, we're both dead." Skinner answered 
miserably.
Scully sighed, "I was never very good at amateur theatrics, 
Walter. So I suppose we'll have to hope for the best."
Skinner wouldn't, couldn't look at her. He had seen her eyes. 
Those blue eyes were intense. Electric. Bottomless. He felt like 
they were absorbing his soul. Sucking it from his body and 
carrying it into their blue depths. He was losing himself in 
Scully's eyes and he wasn't sure he liked the sensation. He 
needed to maintain control.
This was quite possibly the worst thing he could imagine 
happening in his entire life. He'd thought dealing with the 
murdered call girl had been hard. That was a walk in the park 
compared to what was going to happen in this room. Even his 
divorce paled in comparison. The only thing he could think 
might be remotely worse was almost dying in combat in 
Vietnam. And he'd been out of his body for part of that so 
maybe it hadn't been really as bad either.
He had tremendous respect for Dana Scully. Hell, he'd made a 
deal with a human devil to save her life during her bout with 
cancer. She was a professional, smart, crack agent. He was 
her boss. This went totally beyond the boundaries of propriety, 
respectability and...GOD HELP ME! Skinner shook his head 
over and over because he simply could not think any longer. He 
had a sinking feeling that this was becoming almost like a 
flashback to his tour in Nam. Some kind of awful Post 
Traumatic Stress Fugue. He had nightmares. This was starting 
to resemble one of them all too much.
Nausea gripped his guts. Not only did he not want to fuck her - 
God, he didn't even want to say that word. But, it was the only 
one that came close to what he'd be doing. Somehow the words 
'making love' sounded like a joke under the circumstances. And 
besides not wanting to take Scully this way - he wasn't sure he 
could do it. He wasn't sure at all, he thought. He was suddenly 
filled with total self loathing.
"Yeah, well, my best may not be good enough," he snarled. God 
he couldn't believe he just said that. He couldn't believe he'd 
said it to Scully. He ran his hand over the back of his neck 
again and massaged it hard.
Dana Scully could read every emotion that played across 
Skinner's face. Now he really was an open book. It had come to 
his showing his raw emotions and it frightened her. She thought 
instantly that he must be under tremendous stress to have his 
feelings laid bare in that way. What this was doing to him was 
terrible.
Walter Skinner was a very formal man. He was concerned with 
rules, correct behavior, the status quo, respect and the chain of 
command. This situation must be pure mind numbing torture for 
him. Scully felt horrible to think of what he must be going 
through. She felt sympathy and tenderness. She didn't want him 
to feel awkward or ashamed or unable to function. If he did they 
were dead. She decided instantly on what she should do. What 
would help and make things a little more easy. "Mother Mary, 
help me to be strong, and oh Sainted Lady, help me to be right," 
she prayed soundlessly.
She bent forward and whispered into his ear, "I think you'll be 
just fine, Walter. I know you'll be gentle. I'm not afraid. I know 
I'll...I know it will be good." 
Skinner's head swiveled round. He looked into her flashing blue 
eyes. He swallowed hard. He knew what she was trying to do 
and he appreciated it. Scully certainly was perceptive, and she 
was a hell of an attractive woman he thought. Not exactly his 
type. He preferred tall, leggy blondes. But, Scully was nothing to 
sneeze at. If Mulder was bedding her it was easy to see why he 
did from a purely physical standpoint. The fact that she was a 
brilliant woman was more than icing on the cake.
Skinner sighed. But fucking her was the last thing he wanted to 
do. No way in hell did he want to screw her. It was disgusting to 
humiliate her that way. How could he even imagine she would 
enjoy it? And besides that, his performance anxiety was very 
real. He thought again of the fact that he hadn't been with a 
woman in so long he wasn't sure he could get it up and keep it 
up at all. Not to mention the fact that he had no idea what Dana 
Scully liked in bed. And if he did he'd probably be as inept as 
hell in trying to satisfy her anyway. He hung his head. His 
misery was complete.
He felt like he was 16 and a pimply faced virgin in the back seat 
of his Father's old Dodge with Cindy MacNamara and a raging 
hard on with no hope of relief because he was quaking in his 
sneakers. Jesus! What he wouldn't give for a 16 year old kid's 
hard-on. OH GOD! Nope, he hadn't been exaggerating when he 
said he wasn't sure his best would be good enough. No Ma'am, 
Ms. Scully.
But Walter Skinner quickly realized that these thoughts were 
dangerous. Their lives probably depended on him thinking just 
the opposite. Their very survival depended on him being able to 
get it up, get it in, and make it look like it was the best lay both 
of them had ever had in their lives. The thought of Scully being 
hurt or killed because of his performance anxiety or 
squeamishness made him decide, at last, on what he needed to 
do. He opened his mouth to tell Scully he was willing to give it 
the old college try when the mechanical voice made it's 
unwelcome audio appearance.
"Times up, ladies and gentlemen. I need your decision and I 
need it now."
Skinner looked at Scully. She nodded her head slightly and 
once again moved to touch him. Her hand rested on his 
shoulder. He nodded in confirmation. Skinner stood up and 
moved off the mattress. He stood with both his hands on his 
hips. He put his head up and spoke into the ceiling.
"All right. We're going to give your boss his show. We'll make 
the performance as good as we can. But look I have two 
requests."
"Requests?"
"Yeah, can you allow us a couple of favors here? Out of 
consideration for her if nothing else?" Skinner asked gesturing 
towards the seated Scully. Scully got up and stood with her 
hands on her hips again as well. She squared her shoulders and 
glared again at the ceiling.
"Name them and I'll let you know if I can grant them," the voice 
replied.
"Don't interrupt us. I mean it. Don't turn that microphone on until 
it's over. If you break in on us I...just stay silent, all right?" 
Skinner asked. Scully's heart wrenched at the barely concealed 
pleading tone in Walter Skinner's voice.
"And the second request?" the voice prompted. Skinner 
swallowed hard, "If Agent Scully looks like she isn't enjoying 
this, don't blame her. Blame me. Don't hurt her. If you have to 
discipline someone, make it me. She's not going to be 
responsible for whether this is pleasurable. I'm asking you to 
consider how humiliating this is going to be for her. I'm asking 
you to show some compassion you son of a bitch," he spat out. 
His neck muscles convulsed in anger but he held his body 
straight and his head high.
Scully lowered her head to stare at her feet. Her stomach rolled 
over on itself and tears sprung into her eyes. Skinner was trying 
desperately to protect her even at the expense of his own life. 
She was terribly touched and she knew suddenly that over the 
next minutes she would try to make Walter Skinner realize that 
he was a good and decent man, and not inept as a lover in any 
way, shape or form.
"Granted," the voice hissed hollowly. Skinner's shoulders 
slumped in relief. Scully stepped to his side and took his hand in 
hers.
"All right, then. The tape's running and the audio's on. Make 
sure you don't get too adventuresome - try to stay close to the 
mattress. Take your time folks and remember - try to make it 
good. Just wave a hand or something when you're done. I'll be 
seeing you," the voice pealed away in laughter and then it was 
gone.
Skinner turned and looked down at Scully's fingers entwined 
with his. God her hands are so small he thought. He really did 
hope he wasn't going to hurt her. He was going to try to be 
gentle.
"Uh, how do you want to do this, Scully?" he asked. "Christ, that 
sounds crass. I...Jesus I don't even know where to start. Oh, 
crap, that sounded brilliant too didn't it?" He smiled weakly. He 
released her hand because his had begun to shake.
"Well, I guess you can start by kissing me," she smiled up at 
him. "You're going to have to bend down a little though. Every 
date I've ever had did."
Skinner ogled her in disbelief. Jesus God he hadn't expected 
her to be that direct. He swallowed hard once again and then he 
took yet another deep breath. His chest shuddered when he 
released it.
"Well, this isn't exactly a date, Scully, but I get your drift," he 
replied in a low voice. They continued to stand and stare at 
each other.
Finally Skinner took both her hands awkwardly into his. His 
hands stopped shaking with the gentle contact. Scully's hands 
were very warm and her arms were relaxed. There was no 
resistance. She gazed up at him with kindness on her face. She 
closed her eyes. Well, at least she wasn't looking at him 
anymore he thought.
Skinner bowed to the inevitable. He pulled her closer. He did 
bend down just enough to reach her face. He pressed his lips to 
hers.
Scully felt his lips. They were dry but not unpleasant. The kiss 
was tentative, hesitant, but warm and sweet. Scully moved 
closer to the bulk of his body. She moved her lips over his. He 
smelled good. She sniffed slightly. He pulled back.
"Old Spice," he said with a tense smile.
"Oh. I thought it might be. It smells good."
"Thanks."
Scully released his hands and stepped into his arms. She 
wrapped her arms around his trim waist. She rested her head 
on his broad, muscular chest. Skinner didn't exactly know what 
to do with his hands. He ended up resting them carefully on her 
back.
"Just hold me for a minute, Walter," she whispered, "Just rub 
my back a little and hold me."
"Uh, Ok." Skinner rubbed her back. He stroked her lazily. This 
is sort of nice he thought. She was warm and she smelled good 
too. Not overly perfumed. Clean. Dana Scully's scent was one 
of her soap and shampoo and her natural feminine smell. 
Skinner suddenly found it rather delightful. He pressed his lips to 
her hair and drank in her scent. What next? he thought.
He tried to think of Sharon but somehow it didn't seem 
appropriate. After all, he could look Sharon right in the face. The 
memory did bring a smile. He remembered Sharon's lovely 
green eyes. He tilted his chin down and looked at the top of 
Scully's head. He shrugged. He felt Scully's cheek rubbing 
lightly against his chest hair. It wasn't a bad sensation. Suddenly 
Scully looked up into his glasses again. He looked into her blue 
eyes. Well, I guess that answers the question "What next?" he 
thought.
Skinner bent down and kissed her again. This time the kiss was 
just a little less tentative. He pressed into her and he felt her lips 
open slightly. His tongue sought the opening and snaked into 
her mouth. Scully sighed and took his tongue in. They began to 
explore each other's taste.
Skinner moved his mouth over Scully's. His mind spun. This 
could be good he thought. It might be good. But he just wasn't 
sure. He pulled back and held Scully out to look at her. She 
certainly looked flushed. She smiled slightly into his glasses.
"I think you're doing rather well so far, Walter," she commented 
breathlessly.
"Hmmmph," he replied in a distracted way. "Sure." he thought 
dismally. There was probably no hope. He studied her face 
again. Maybe...he thought.
Scully drew close and smoothed his chest hair down. She 
placed her head against his chest. She could hear his heart 
beating hard beneath his breastbone. His face had still been 
filled with self doubt and embarrassment. To say he wasn't quite 
into the moment yet was a vast understatement. Somehow she 
had to get this man involved here or else. She didn't even want 
to think about the "or else part". Well, she'd had enough. She 
was going to take matters into her own hands now. Skinner was 
going to have to go along for the ride.
"I mean it, Walter. You're doing yourself an injustice if you think 
I didn't just enjoy that kiss," she said in a whisper. She glanced 
back up at him.
"Well, thanks - I guess," he gave her a bemused grin then.
He seemed to unwind just a fraction. Scully stroked the hair on 
his chest. They stood there again unmoving. "God," Scully 
thought - no wonder his wife..." 
Skinner cleared his throat. Scully looked up at him again. His 
face was serious. So what's new and what now? Scully thought, 
pursing her lips.
Skinner took her chin in one large hand and stroked it. "Look, 
uh, Scully. If when this gets down to the - well when we're 
further along here - if you want to pretend - I mean if you want 
to fantasize about someone else - someone special - I won't 
mind. If it'll help, go ahead and do it - it won't offend me."
Scully struggled to keep her mouth from dropping open. She 
looked deep into Skinner's sad brown eyes. "OH SHIT!" He 
meant Mulder. So, Skinner was that intuitive? Well of course 
she had known he was a talented investigator. Evidently he was 
a perceptive human being as well. He had read her heart. It 
upset her to think that Skinner read her so well. She wasn't sure 
how to handle it. She considered what Skinner must be going 
through if he thought she and Mulder were lovers.
It did make her feel more compassion for the man in front of 
her. Compassion was going to help her over the long haul here. 
She really hoped it would. But, she really hoped her compassion 
wasn't misplaced. She decided that in the long run honesty 
might be the best policy in this situation. If he had guessed her 
true feelings he wouldn't appreciate her lying to his face. She 
stroked Skinner's hard pectoral muscles as she spoke her mind.
"Walter, I'm not going to lie to you. There is someone. Someone 
I...well, someone special." 
Ok, that's it she thought. I'm either going to feel the proverbial 
door hitting may ass on the way out now or...But God what an 
utterly asinine assumption! Christ. What in the world could he 
possibly do to her now? What could he say even if she was 
involved with Mulder? She was about to be a hell of a lot more 
involved with Walter Skinner in the next few minutes. God what 
did she have to worry about here?
But of course she had a lot to worry about. She had to worry 
whether there was even a remote chance that Skinner thought, 
despite the suggestion, that he was treading on Mulder's 
territory. She knew very little about Walter Skinner. But some 
men went berserk over jealousy and she couldn't take a chance 
that Skinner would go ballistic now. So, she decided she had to 
hedge her bets and err on the side of generalities and 
stereotypes. OH DEAR GOD, this IS awkward she thought. 
She almost burst out laughing again to think what Mulder would 
say. Instead she decided to tell Skinner most of the truth. 
Mulder wanted the whole truth. She hoped Walter Skinner 
wouldn't mind a half truth.
"But, Walter...he...we don't have THAT kind of relationship. she 
smiled shyly. "At least not yet," she sighed to herself. And that 
was the half truth. A little touch of dishonesty. She refused to tell 
Skinner that last little secret. It would defeat the purpose 
anyway and in this room where no privacy was going to be 
available for the ultimate private act, Dana Scully was 
determined to keep one tiny intimate dream enclosed in her 
heart. She buried the cherished feeling deep down and 
prepared for what was going to happen next. She felt the color 
rise into her cheeks as she steeled her will. She was about to 
make a total fool out of herself but a live fool was better than a 
dead duck any day. She looked up at Skinner and...
"Oh brother I can't believe I'm batting my eyes here," she 
groaned inwardly.
And then she really winced because she was going to try for the 
big pay-off now and it had better work, "And Walter, I...I know 
how to separate fantasy from reality. And this is reality tonight," 
she added. The scientist in her reared it's head however and 
before she could stop herself she glanced at his watch for 
confirmation. "Oh no, that's not really fair," she chided herself 
guiltily. Skinner was trying. He just wasn't...Mulder. She let the 
thought spin away.
Once again Skinner knew what Scully was trying to do. He was 
half angry and half amused to think she thought him so naive or 
unobservant. "I mean we both work for the same employer here 
don't we?" he half chuckled to himself. Well shit, he wasn't 
naive but he certainly was a stone cold son of a bitch in her 
eyes right now wasn't he? Good Christ. He couldn't let this 
woman make a fool out of herself over his formality and 
prigishness. Prig. That had been a Sharon word, an ex-wife 
word. It fit. He noticed Scully looking at his watch. He looked at 
his watch again as well. It was just before midnight. Rather 
appropriate he thought. The witching hour. Well, they'd better 
get busy and make some magic or both their asses were grass 
he thought. Good night.
He let Scully's words begin to bring a tight, warm feeling into his 
chest. He tried to let his heart feel something for her. It was 
difficult but he thought he could feel a fluttering of emotion for 
Scully there. God, he really was touched he realized. He 
thought of Mulder again. He was a lucky man even though he 
apparently didn't really know it yet.
Skinner studied Scully's face. He saw the willingness and 
acceptance there and he knew despite the fact that this was a 
nightmarish situation, Dana Scully was going to give as much of 
the old college try as he was going to give in order to save their 
lives. And maybe in order to make him feel like a man too he 
thought with renewed respect. Well he'd damn well make sure 
she got some pleasure here tonight. He'd treat her like a queen 
if he could. She deserved nothing less. It was the least he could 
do for the gutsy woman standing in his arms. She was one hell 
of a woman, yessir, he thought. He smiled into her eyes.
Skinner bent forward and whispered into her ear, "This may be 
reality, Dana Scully, but I want it to be a good reality tonight. So, 
for God's sake, tell me if I hurt you. Don't lie to me or keep 
quiet. I need to make sure I don't cause you any pain, 
understand? If I even get an inkling I'm hurting you I won't be 
able to perform, understand?"
"Yes," she answered in quiet sincerity. Skinner's breath came in 
small puffs against her ear. It tickled. It felt...it felt nice she 
thought.
"And Scully, if...uh, if you can give me a hint as to what you 
like..."
Scully glanced over into his eyes. He was very serious but there 
was something else there. Scully felt relief wash over her entire 
body. Finally she thought. 
"I liked the way you kissed me a minute ago," she breathed 
against his cheek, "Kiss me again," she sighed. Skinner turned 
his head into her face. She closed her eyes as his mouth 
moved over hers for a third time.
Scully reached up and grabbed the back of his head, urging him 
to deepen the kiss. "God, he, he's a good kisser," she thought. 
She let the feeling of his mouth and tongue wash over her. She 
wanted to become aroused. She concentrated on his hands as 
they moved up her arms. Thoughts of Mulder came into her 
mind but she crushed them down. It really wasn't safe to think 
of him. She concentrated on Walter Skinner and suddenly he 
did fill her world. She opened her eyes slightly in surprise. She 
moaned into his mouth as his hands found her back again.
Skinner felt her moaning breath. He ran his hands up and down 
her back and then over her firm ass. He felt her ass move 
forward. She pressed the front of her body against his crotch. 
The movement was gentle at first but when he rubbed down 
between the cheeks of her butt and then between her legs, 
Scully ground into him harder and groaned.
He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. If her blue eyes had 
been electric before they were incandescent now. Skinner 
traced her brow line with his finger. One eyebrow arched up 
and then the other. He chuckled. OK, so this might work he 
thought. It had to work. God he hoped she really was enjoying 
his touch. But fuck it - even if she wasn't she was a hell of an 
actress. It was admirable. He studied those amazing eyebrows. 
"You do that to great effect, Scully. I get a kick out of it every 
time you do that to Mul..." at the half utterance of his name 
Scully placed a finger over Skinner's lips to silence him. She 
shook her head. He knew. She didn't want to hear Mulder's 
name, not now and especially not from his lips. He nodded in 
acknowledgment and respect and she shut her eyes. He took 
the hand that had touched his lips and kissed the palm. He took 
Scully into his arms again and this time their kiss was deep and 
hot and searching. Both of them moaned as their tongues 
danced together.
Skinner's hands roamed over Scully's back. She could feel the 
heavy warmth of his large hands. Large but gentle. His touch 
was light. Erotic. She knew he was trying very had to be tender. 
It inflamed her passion. The whole idea was unbelievable. She 
was becoming wet.
Skinner stopped suddenly as his hands reached the front of 
Scully's body. They hovered over her breasts. He looked into 
her face again. He pinned her eyes. She was very flushed. The 
red in her face flowed down into her neck and over the top of 
her tits. Walter Skinner was transfixed. She was covered in 
previously invisible tiny freckles.
Scully watched his hesitation. She reached behind her back and 
undid her bra. She pulled the straps down and the garment fell 
between them onto the floor. She saw Skinner's Adams apple 
convulse.
"Walter, it's all right," she whispered, "I...go ahead, I want you 
to..." She stopped as his hands took both her breasts at once. 
God, his hands were so large. They covered her, warm and 
hard and rough. She shifted under his hands as he rubbed her 
tits, "just the nipples," she whispered again, touching his hands. 
She stroked her own nipple lightly to show him what she wanted 
him to do.
Skinner growled slightly in his throat in understanding. He gently 
rotated a finger around her nipple teasing it into a hard erect little 
nub. He did the same with it's neighbor. Scully arched her head 
back and nodded in pleasure. "Oh, God, that... that's good," she 
sighed.
"Is it really good?" Skinner asked in a low voice glancing into 
her eyes. He could hardly believe what he was doing. He could 
hardly believe how she was responding. You couldn't fake a 
flush like that he mused. Jesus. She... 
"Yes, it feels wonderful," Scully replied gasping. And she 
realized suddenly that it did feel fantastic. She was giddy. Never 
in a million years did she ever think she could feel this way with 
- God - Assistant Director Walter Skinner. She smiled and 
laughed into his brown eyes. Her eyes flashed wide.
"Is this better?" he asked huskily. He bent forward and touched 
her right nipple with his lips. Scully gasped. He sucked half her 
breast into his mouth.
"OHGOD!" Scully cried out. She gripped the sides of his head 
as he sucked on first one breast and then the other. He began 
to concentrate on each sensitive nipple next. Scully stroked his 
head savoring the feel of his skin. She had never been with a 
bald man before. She wondered distantly if his head would feel 
like his ass. She wanted to find out.
She was rapidly losing part of her ability to form coherent 
thoughts. She didn't mind however. Somehow that idea made 
her realize this whole experience was going to be a hell of a lot 
more easy then she ever could have imagined it would be. 
LORD HAVE MERCY.
Skinner left her breasts and stood back up. Scully stroked his 
wide chest. She teased his nipples and ran her hands through 
the mat of his chest hair. She marveled at his size and physical 
condition. He was in great shape. Hard, large muscles rippled 
under her fingers.
Scully allowed her hands to wander back to his wide shoulders 
and test the muscles there. Hard. She trailed her hands down 
his biceps. Hard. His forearms. Hard. His hands. Hard. But oh 
God so soft too. Soft on her skin. He was just hard all over. 
Steel covered in flesh. Like a bronze statue. She could hardly 
believe what touching him was doing to her body. What it did to 
her soul.
Her hands continued to explore Skinner. She passed her 
fingertips over old scars. She dipped into the newer one he'd 
gotten from an assassination attempt. She drew her hands 
further down and trailed them over his washboard stomach. 
She ran her hands around his waist and down and under his 
briefs. Walter Skinner's ass felt just like his head. And the words 
tight ass took on a whole new meaning for Dana Scully as she 
stroked his butt.
Skinner was panting now. His breathing was ragged. He 
continued to stroke Scully's body in time with her exploration of 
his shoulders, chest, stomach and ass. He'd decided he really 
liked the feel of her skin. It was like silk. She smelled like fine 
wine. She sounded like an angel and looked like one too.
He was rapidly realizing he was losing what was left of his 
rational mind. Skinner's focus narrowed to Dana Scully and his 
hands roaming over her body. The little voice was back in his 
mind and this time he let it speak loud and clear. He could do 
this. This might all just work out after all. This would save them. 
They would live and...Jesus he was getting hard too he thought. 
He glanced down at the front of his briefs. The cotton formed a 
very promising tent there. A pup tent but he was well on his way 
to a multiple man structure by the second.
He saw Scully look down as well and he met her eyes on the 
return trip. He bent forward and whispered into her ear. "Do you 
want to go lie down? Whatever you want, Scully."
Scully reached forward and touched the band of his BVDs. He 
took in a sharp breath. Her hand traced over his stomach and 
then down past the band and into his pubic hair. Scully took in 
her own sharp breath then. She had found his legacy from the 
war. The BIG Legacy. She looked up into his glasses. His face 
was unreadable as she traced the hard white twisted scar that 
ran across his groin. The unasked question was on her lips and 
in her eyes.
It was obvious Scully didn't know something about Walter 
Skinner as well, "Go ahead, look," he hissed, "Vietnam," he 
added huskily.
"What?" she asked stopping her tender tracing.
"Vietnam. Didn't Mu...didn't anyone tell you I was wounded In 
Country. In the war?" Skinner asked.
"No," Scully replied. Pity filled her voice. Skinner tensed under 
her fingers.
For a split second Skinner's mind let his respect for Fox Mulder 
go up a notch. He had kept his confidence over his war 
experiences. But then he grew angry at the sound of pity in 
Scully's voice.
"Look at it," he commanded gesturing at the scar. He reached 
forward and pulled his briefs down with a harsh yank. They fell 
to his feet and he kicked them off and to the side. His erection 
sprung free and jutted out between them.
Scully looked down. She saw the scar but she could have cared 
less. Her eyes grew wide as she got a good look at his cock. 
"God, he's huge," she thought nervously. She bit her lower lip. 
Maybe this wasn't going to go quite as well as she originally 
thought. Skinner noticed Scully's nervousness. He clenched his 
teeth. He pitched his voice with as much tenderness as he 
could and tried to squelch down his anger.
"Scully, it's just a scar for Christ's sake, I.."
"What scar?" Scully asked letting her breath out in a rush.
Skinner looked at her in confusion and then it dawned on him 
what she was trying to say.
"Oh."
"Yeah," she whispered shyly.
"Walter, I..." He stepped forward and gathered Scully close. He 
stroked her hair. She was trembling slightly under his hands. 
Skinner's erection throbbed against her stomach.
Oh shit. This had never even entered his mind. His thoughts of 
Sharon may have gotten in the way here. Besides being able to 
look Sharon directly in the eyes he had never had to worry 
about any size difference with her. They had been pretty much 
complimentary as far as proportions. But hell, Dana Scully was 
a very petite woman. His earlier thoughts of hurting her came 
immediately into the forefront of his mind. He became flustered 
and he hated the feeling. Shit. He made an attempt to salvage 
the situation. He spoke calmly and as lightly as possible.
"Scully, uh, take your own advice here - try to relax. If you need 
more time, I mean if you need more - Oh for God's sake." 
Subtlety had never been his strong suit. He plunged on, "OK, I 
know - all right...Damn it! We're not the ideal match in the 
proportion department. So, what can I do to make this easy for 
you? You're going to have to work with me here, Scully." God, 
can I sound anymore like The Boss? he sagged inwardly. 
"I think we'd better go sit down and talk about this, Walter," 
Scully said. She took his hand and led him onto the mattress.
They sat and faced each other. She scooted up close to him 
and placed her lips against his ear.
"I'm not going to lie to you, Walter," she whispered. "That's 
pretty much the most impressive..."
"Scully, shut up, all right," he almost laughed. He couldn't quite 
keep it out of his voice. "You're scared to death. Don't try to 
cover it with some kind of sexual bravado. That's supposed to 
be my, the guy's area of expertise anyway. Or so rumor has it."
"So, I'm busted, Walter?" Scully did laugh a bit. It was nervous 
laughter. The laughter tickled his earlobe.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so," Skinner allowed a tiny smile to play 
across his lips, "So, let's talk about it."
Scully traced her tongue around his ear. He jumped.
"I said talk," he squeaked a high pitched complaint. Jesus! I 
sound like Mickey motherfucking Mouse! Cripes.
She reached up and took the bows of his glasses in both her 
hands. He reached up and grabbed her wrists. He frowned.
"Do you normally do this with your glasses on?" Scully asked 
quizzically.
"I...I can't see a fffucking thing without them." Skinner stuttered, 
"and under the circumstances my not being able to see may be 
a bad thing."
Scully realized he felt vulnerable, blind without his specs. She 
bent forward and whispered into his ear, "Walter, you don't have 
to see. Just feel me. You can touch me. I'd like it and I think it 
would help if you touched me all over right now. Let me take 
these off. They're going to get in the way."
Skinner nodded briefly, "OK, I...I guess that's a good idea."
Scully pulled off the glasses and placed them carefully over 
near the wall. "They're just against the wall, Walter," she 
assured him.
"Thanks, Scully," he replied. He stared myopically at her for a 
moment. He struggled to focus his eyes.
"Walter...I want you to...I need..." Skinner focused on her face. 
His vision cleared and he saw her at last. He took one clear look 
and that was it. Oh thank you Jesus he thought. Skinner got up 
on his knees and drew Scully up onto hers. He pulled her close 
again and then he began to find out everything he could about 
Dana Scully's body using his hands, and his mouth and every 
inch of his entire skin.
As Skinner roamed over Scully's shoulders and back and arms 
and stomach he became suddenly glad that he was in the 
country of the blind. He reveled in what being unable to see 
clearly allowed him to discover about her alabaster-pale 
perfection. Oh Jesus he thought she's so soft but there was iron 
there as well. Skin covering taut, well developed yet feminine 
muscles. Curve upon luscious curve. The swell of her breasts, 
and ass and hips. He touched her face again and discovered 
the outline of all that she was feeling. Her passionate 
abandonment under his caresses. Oh Christ those lips. The bee 
stung lips. Her lips half parted, her warm breath coming in quick 
breathy gasps. Her eyebrows again. The delicate eyelids 
closed. The eyelashes just fluttering. He touched her flesh and 
the heat climbed and climbed and...as he explored her he 
thought of a poem he had read once, a half remembered 
couplet that flew through his mind...
"I worship what is vague, delicate sounds and colours, 
Whatever trembles, ripples, shivers and shimmers, 
Hair and eyes, water, leaves and silk, 
And the spirituality of slender shapes."
The slender shape of Dana Scully filled his senses and he knew 
nothing more.
Scully began to writhe under his touch. Soon they were both 
moaning and saying words to each other that neither would ever 
have thought they were capable of uttering in each other's 
presence.
Skinner moved to pull at Scully's panties. He worked them 
down her hips. Scully wriggled until they were off. Skinner 
picked them up and threw them to the side of the mattress. Her 
wriggling movement caused him to groan as if he were in 
agony. Maybe I am in agony, he thought. And maybe this will 
damn us as well. But if it did he was ready to burn. He was 
burning all ready. He wanted them both to spontaneously 
combust.
He trailed his mouth down Scully's neck and onto her chest, 
over her breasts and down her stomach. Each kiss was hot, like 
liquid fire, but tender, gentle, teasing.
"Is this good?" he asked. His breath was coming fast and so 
was hers.
"Oh God, it...yes, Oh Jesus." Scully cried. She gripped his head 
again as he bent lower. He found her pubic hair and dove past it 
to find the folds of her cunt. He glanced up at her face over her 
pubic bone.
"Do you want me to go down on you?" he could barely speak. 
Scully looked into his brown eyes. They were ablaze with a hot 
sexual fever.
"OHYES," she sighed and he took her into his mouth. 
OHGOD!" she cried out again as his lips and tongue found her 
clit. He sucked and teased her clit until she was beyond thought. 
Incoherent sounds escaped her lips and her hips began to rotate 
and buck involuntarily. Her inner moisture flowed over Skinner's 
lips.
He pulled back and replaced his mouth with his hand. He 
straightened up and held her close with one muscular arm 
around her waist. His large hand moved up and covered the 
small of her back to support her. His other hand worked over 
her cunt. His huge hand completely covered her. He squeezed 
every inch of her soft flesh. The feeling was indescribable. 
Scully threw her head back. "Oh Jesus, Walter, this....so good," 
she sobbed.
He inserted a large finger into her body. She sobbed loudly and 
moved her head back and forth. She arched into his hand and 
he thrust a second finger in and pumped them both. He felt her 
expand under his fingers to accommodate his size. He held 
back his own pleasure. He needed to concentrate. He wanted 
to work her up almost to orgasm. He needed Scully to really 
stretch for him. He needed her really wet. She was so small, so 
vulnerable despite her taut muscularity. Like a china statue he 
thought distantly. She was going to have trouble taking his cock. 
The more aroused Scully was when he tried to enter her the 
less likely he would hurt her. At this point he desperately wanted 
NOT to hurt her. He wanted to give her pleasure. He wanted to 
pleasure them both.
He brought his mouth close to her ear and slacked off on the 
movement of his hand. She whined as he slowed down, "No, 
please, I'm so close, can you...harder..." she touched his arm 
and trailed her hand down to his. He removed his hand from 
between her legs and trapped her roaming hand in his. He 
whispered into the pale shell of her ear, "Scully, I...I want to...do 
you want me inside you?" he gasped. His hard on was almost 
painful. He was going to have to enter her soon or he was going 
to explode anyway.
"Oh God, Yes I do, but..." she gasped.
"Well, I want that too. Christ. I didn't think...I mean....Christ on a 
crutch, Scully!" Skinner closed his eyes and swallowed. He was 
overwhelmed at the feelings washing over him. He wanted her 
and he could barely admit it but his need was straining between 
his legs and painfully obvious. But hell he didn't want to rush and 
he didn't want to, God forbid, injure her. He kissed her forehead 
softly.
"Oh Lord..." Scully whispered in awe. She couldn't believe what 
was happening either. Her whole body was white hot with 
sexual ecstasy from the caresses of a man who she almost 
thought of as a second Father. The uptight, by the book, I eat 
nails and bad boy's like Fox Mulder for breakfast, flinty eyed 
A.D. Walter Skinner. She shuddered and said, "I know, I know, I 
can't, it's...Oh hell, I want to feel you in me, just...Oh please." 
She was really having trouble putting together two coherent 
words. "And I could care less," she laughed inwardly. "Good 
Lord All Mighty," she thought, "I want him now."
Skinner touched her cheek. His words came in a nervous rush, 
"I know, it's all right. I needed to almost bring you off, Scully. I 
mean you have to be almost ready to come. I need you really 
wet. It'll help. Was that good enough? You said you were close. 
Do you want me to...I mean do you need more?"
He pulled back and looked into her face with concern. He shut 
his eyes slightly as his cock twitched. He hissed. "Oh Jesus that 
feels good," he chuckled. He hadn't been this hot or hard or 
ready with a woman for a long, long time. He could hardly 
believe it was Dana Scully that had gotten him here. He wanted 
to go all the way and he wanted her to be with him every step of 
the trip.
Scully looked down between his legs. She unconsciously licked 
her lips. Skinner grunted slightly as his cock throbbed again. 
She had some mouth. She seemed to reach some kind of 
decision. "We'd better lie down Walter," she said. Skinner made 
a noise of agreement and took her into his arms. They lay down 
face to face. He stroked her hip and thigh and ran his hand 
down between her legs again. He teased her clit.
"I'm...yes, that's good, good, Oh oh..." Scully shut her eyes and 
clung to his chest as she savored the sensations flooding from 
her clit into her stomach, up her spine and into every endorphin 
producing cell in her brain.
"Don't come, please tell me if you're going to come so I can 
stop," Skinner whispered. "I want to feel you come around my 
cock," he added huskily. His eyes went wide. The words had 
come out of his mouth almost of their own volition. He dimly 
wondered what the hell was happening to him. But he didn't give 
a damn. He hand moved between Scully's legs. She bucked 
into him.
"OHGOD, STOP! She cried. He removed his hand instantly 
and gathered her close. Her breath came in ragged gasps.
Skinner's erection pushed against her leg and he groaned. 
"MUTHEROFGOD" he gasped. "Scully, I...I can't hold back 
much longer. What...how?" He choked out the last word as she 
fell over onto her back.
He rolled next to her and looked down into her face. "Are you 
sure you wouldn't want it on top?" he whispered into her pink 
ear.
"Jesus, NO! Walter," she giggled slightly. "I'm afraid you're 
going to have to be Mr. Missionary or this will never work."
"Just call me Dr. Livingstone," he smiled.
"I presume," she finished for him.
"You'd better not "presume" anything, Agent Scully, that's an 
order," he whispered and then he levered up and rolled over her 
carefully so as not to crush her. He supported his weight on his 
arms and settled between her all ready opened legs and raised 
knees.
He felt her hand move down her body and touch his shaft. He 
grunted as she moved to his balls and stroked them. He hissed 
as she held them and hefted them in her tiny palm.
"You're in dangerous territory there, Scully," he advised. He 
could feel his balls tensing. Scully released them and took his 
cock back into her hand. She trailed her hand up and down him 
seductively. Walter Skinner shut his eyes.
"Scully, I...please..." he pleaded. He had to get in soon or it 
would be all over. "Is...is it ok, are you ready?" he asked.
She nodded once and started to close her eyes.
"Leave them open," Skinner said. He was terrified he'd hurt her 
and he'd know instantly if he did by looking in her eyes.
"Walter I...I can't do that. I have to shut my eyes." Scully 
whispered, "I trust you, really. I know you won't hurt me. I need 
to concentrate."
"All right, let me take your hand. If you have any pain squeeze 
my hand. OK? That's the signal. I'll stop if I feel you squeeze 
my hand."
"Can't I just scream?" 
"Oh, come on Scully, do you seriously think that will be 
reliable?" Skinner arched an eyebrow.
Scully laughed and she stretched her arm out and found 
Skinner's large hand. She entwined his fingers with hers. She 
shut her eyes and Skinner moved closer. Her hand guided his 
cock between her legs.
Skinner was so hot he knew he wanted to rush it. He 
desperately wanted to plunge in hard, fast and deep. He fought 
the urge with every bit of iron control he had left. He eased 
himself against Scully's flesh and then he pushed the head of 
his cock into her slowly. He moved his hips forward and 
gradually he began to sink into her.
He felt her tense slightly and then she gave out a low gasp. He 
waited for her to squeeze his hand. The pressure didn't come.
"Are you all right?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," she sighed. She opened her eyes and looked into his. 
She moved the hand that had been between them and brought 
it up to stroke his jaw.
Skinner continued to push into her and finally he was 
completely inside up to the hilt. He settled against Scully and let 
go of her hand. He took as much weight onto his forearms as 
he could. He buried his face in her hair.
"Jesus, you smell good," he told her.
"You feel good," she answered. He felt her muscles spasm 
against his cock.
"Oh Christ," he moaned, "I...Scully, I...I'm so sorry," he sobbed 
suddenly. I...I wish this..Oh God, I can't wait any longer..." he 
hissed through gritted teeth.
"It's all right, it's all right," Scully crooned into his ear. She 
rubbed his back and his ass. She held him and shifted her ass a 
little higher to prepare for his thrusts.
Skinner felt her shift up and that was all he could take. He 
pulled back and thrust into her. He tried to go slow but he was 
so afraid he wasn't quite succeeding. Scully moaned slightly.
"Oh, Dana, please don't let me hurt you, please..." his voice 
faded with his thrusts. Scully's voice rose with each slap of his 
hips. But there was nothing Skinner could do but pump. He was 
lost in Dana Scully. His mind fogged over in a mist of white hot 
blinding lust. It had been so long, so long and this was so 
Goddamned good. He forgot about the room, he forgot about 
their captors, he forgot about the Bureau and then at the last he 
forgot about Walter Skinner. All he knew was his cock, and 
Scully's smell and her skin, and his need to drive into her tight, 
hot cunt.
Scully clamped her eyes shut. At first there was pain. He was 
so large that she felt like he was going to fuck her in two. But 
Skinner's movements were long, and languid at first and as 
gentle as he could make them. Soon her inner lubrication made 
things much more easy and she was finally able to 
accommodate him. Pain began to turn to pleasure as the speed 
of his thrusts increased. She felt her hips begin to buck into him. 
She thrust up and caught his rhythm. He pistoned into her. Soon 
they were moving in perfect unison and it was unbearably 
erotic. She didn't think it was possible to feel such ecstasy. She 
could feel every inch of his large, thick cock filling her and it 
was impossibly enjoyable.
"OH Dear God," she moaned. Skinner sobbed again.
"Scully..." he groaned. 
"Walter, OHGOD, this is so FUCKING GOOD," she cried. She 
shoved her hand down between them and found her clit. She 
rubbed it hard and fast.
Skinner growled low in his throat, "Bitch, OH God You BITCH." 
He started to groan with each hard thrust.
Scully rotated her hips in counterpoint to his groaning. His 
groans lowered a notch and his breath came in harsh gasps.
"Harder," Scully moaned. She was close. She felt her body 
tense in anticipation of her orgasm. Her eyes flew open. 
Skinner looked into her eyes and he reached down and caught 
her hand. He replaced it with his own, "Let me do the work..." he 
hissed.
Scully felt his whole hand grip her cunt. He did something to her 
clit that she had never in all her life felt before and she shrieked 
as she crashed over the edge of a terrific ripping orgasm. Her 
entire body convulsed and she arched up into Skinner's balls. 
She grabbed for him blindly, "OHGOD, OHGOD," she 
screamed.
"JESUS!" Skinner yelled as her body squeezed his cock like a 
vice. "Don't stop, don't stop," he moaned as she writhed under 
him. "OHFUCK!" he screamed and he pounded into her once 
and then twice and a third time and OHCHRIST! He howled 
and then he came and his semen shot into her as his balls 
contracted with a tremendously shattering orgasm. He felt like 
he was going to black out. He heard someone screaming 
Scully's name over and over. He realized dimly it was his voice 
and he screamed some more. Scully cried out. She was wailing 
a name. It wasn't his. He didn't care. Her voice changed, got 
louder. She pounded on his back. She was urging him on.
"YOUBASTARD," she shrieked as her body milked him.
Skinner pumped at the height of his pleasure. His ears rang and 
then he felt his hard on wilt as he gave Scully all he had to give. 
He thrust twice more very weakly and then he collapsed 
sideways. As a glimmer of coherent thought returned he was 
careful not to land on top of her. She rolled close to him. He 
dwarfed her shaking body. He held her close as she shook 
through the rest of her orgasm. He was still inside her and he 
could feel the waves of her pleasure breaking over his flaccid 
penis. It was very erotic and he grunted again as the last 
spasms played out. He gently rubbed her back. "God, 
Scully...I...Dear God." His breathing was labored but slowing as 
his large hand stroked her.
He could feel her face pressed close to his chest. Her hair was 
wet with perspiration. There was a wetness on his chest as well 
but he wasn't sure it was sweat. 
"Scully, are you all right?" he asked quietly. He started to pull 
her away from him. He did carefully pull out and positioned his 
penis next to her leg.
"Just hold me, please. Don't look at me, not yet," she 
whispered.
"Hey...Scully," Skinner whispered gently. "Sssh, it's...it's OK." 
He heard her sniffle. So, she WAS crying he thought. His heart 
sank through the floor boards. He didn't know what to do. He 
glanced around and barely saw his glasses resting against the 
wall. A tiny smile creased his face. He stroked Scully's hair.
"Scully, I can't see you anyway. You're talking to an old four 
eyed fart here, remember?"
The lame joke got the desired effect. He felt her laughter 
shaking her belly against his. 
He began to smile more broadly when suddenly an electronic 
sound filled the room. The snaky voice was back, back with a 
vengeance, and it had sound effects. There was the sound of 
clapping. 
"Bravo!" the voice crowed. The clapping grew loud. Scully 
flinched against him. Skinner drew her closer. The clapping 
stopped. 
"Bravo, you bitch!" the voice cackled. 
Anger flooded Skinner's entire body. He lifted his head to shout 
out his hatred at their captors when suddenly there was a terrific 
screeching feedback over the microphone. Skinner's teeth 
ground together. He covered Scully's ear and pressed her head 
protectively into his chest. 
The voice squawked, "Fucking hell, not...let go...Jesus..." and 
then there was more feedback. The mike went dead for a 
minute and then a breathless, hissing voice popped through the 
room. 
"Uh, hang on you two. Chill. I'll be back with you directly." The 
static filled voice suddenly shut completely off. 
"What the fuck?" Skinner barked. 
Outside behind the unused and abandoned Fairfax County 
Home for Wayward Boys, a black GMC stretch van rocked in 
it's parking place. 
"Bravo!" the blonde women laughed. She clapped her hands. 
When she got done clapping she shut the microphone off and 
looked down at the man between her thighs. She slapped her 
erstwhile lover's shoulder hard. The man lifted up from between 
her legs and looked into her cold eyes. 
"For God's sake, Alex, use the other hand, PLEASE!" Marita 
Covarrubias sneered. Alex Krycek snatched his hand from 
between her legs. 
"Sorry, baby, old habits die hard," he snapped. 
Alex Krycek snaked his good hand down between Marita's legs 
and found the wetness there. He rammed his fingers in hard 
and pumped like hell. Marita convulsed and cried out. She 
flailed an arm out to the side. She knocked the microphone and 
the switch marked 'on' toggled open. Alex, unaware, yelled out, 
"Bravo, you bitch." 
He regretted his words immediately however. Marita's strong 
gun hand manhandled his balls in a death grip. 
"Fucking hell, not...let go...Jesus..." He arced up in pain and 
knocked the microphone with his other arm. There was a 
tremendous roar of feedback. Christ the mike was still on he 
thought. He swung forward and slapped the off switch. 
"You stupid cunt," he grated at her. Marita released his balls, 
"You seemed to like my cunt a minute ago," she replied 
petulantly. Krycek flipped her the finger and then used the same 
digit to activate the microphone again. He bent forward and 
hissed breathlessly into it. 
"Uh, hang on you two. Chill. I'll be back with you directly." He 
flipped the switch off. He sighed with relief. 
"Shit, that was close. Now, where were we babe?" he grinned 
turning towards Marita.  
"Get off me you dick," she grated. Alex frowned. Oh well it 
looked like he was going to have to wait to get some. So be it. 
But it would be payback time soon enough he thought rubbing 
his sore nuts. He shifted on the floor of the van. He got up and 
picking up the mike on it's long cord, placed it back on the small 
table that held the video monitors. He reached down with his 
good hand and zipped up the fly of his black Tommy Hilfiger 
jeans. 
Marita rose. She touched the hem of her leather skirt and 
realized something was missing. She reached down for her 
panties, found them under the bench and slipped them on. She 
smoothed down the skirt and then her hair as well and finally 
she sat down on the wheeled stool that faced the monitors. 
"Oh God, look at them," she laughed. Krycek moved to stand 
behind her and peer into the monitor. He placed his hands on 
her shoulders and leaned in close. The color screen was quite 
good. They had invested in the best for this little caper. Krycek 
smiled to think how good the tape quality was going to be. He 
could practically see every scar on Walter Skinner's body 
including the tiny one he'd put on his chin. 
Krycek watched Skinner and Scully. They were still lying close 
on the mattress. Skinner held the red headed agent in his arms. 
He was stroking her hair. The bugs were off as well as the mike 
so he couldn't hear what Skinner was saying but he could read 
his lips. He was murmuring words of comfort to her. His 
stroking movements on her head and back were tender. 
Skinner's entire performance had been something Krycek 
hadn't really expected from the tight assed son of a bitch. Well, 
the whole thing had been pretty unexpected he thought with 
chagrin. 
He was rather pissed. The only thing that kept him from falling 
over into real anger was the fact that they had put on one hell of 
a show. He shrugged his shoulders and taking his hands off 
Marita moved to sit in one of the van's front bucket seats. 
"Ok, so the big dog has feelings. So what," he griped. 
Marita turned and stretched out her hand, palm up. She smiled 
wickedly at him. 
"Oh come on Marita, give me a break, you're not serious?" 
"You lost, boy toy. Time to pay the piper," she smirked. 
"Remind me never to bet against you again, all right." 
Marita flipped her hand up and down, "Cough it up, Alex. And 
don't try paying me in rubles. You know I'm not that stupid." 
"Fine. I don't want you telling people Alex Krycek doesn't settle 
his debts." Krycek reached into the leather jacket that was 
hanging over the seat back. He pulled out the roll of crisp 
American bills from it's inner pocket. He peeled off a substantial 
wad of hundreds and slapped them into Marita's hand. 
Marita didn't even bother to count them. She folded them 
carefully and shoved them down the front of her black t-shirt. 
That can rest between her tits for the time being Krycek 
thought. With any luck he might get the money back later.
He grinned at her. "You know what they say when you take 
money for it, don't you?"  
"You should know you chicken shit tramp," she smiled. 
"God, I never thought that tight assed cocksucker would go 
through with it." Krycek shook his head in bemusement. 
"You should try talking to your marks a little more, Alex instead 
of beating them senseless or putting bullets in their heads." 
Marita advised studying the screen. "I never had any doubts 
about Walter," she added. "It was that red headed cunt I was 
worried about." 
"Dana Scully?" Krycek asked in amazement. He thought Scully 
was hot. She came off cold but with a mouth like hers and 
those argon blue eyes he had known it wouldn't take much to 
thaw her out. Besides he had gotten a little preview of how she'd 
felt about the other man in her life a couple of nights ago. "Yup, 
the bitch had been more than ready," he chuckled to himself. 
His thoughts focused on Mulder kissing her. He licked his lips. 
"Well, for God's sake, Alex, how long has she been partnered 
with Fox Mulder? Five years? And she hasn't balled him yet? 
Get real." 
"Don't mention, Mulder," Krycek frowned. He instantly fell into a 
dark sulking pout. That was a VERY verboten subject. 
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. I forgot about your special feelings for 
that weak willed fuckrag. I wouldn't want to piss all over your 
fantasies bi-boy. My mistake." Marita spat in sarcastic derision. 
"Can it Marita," Krycek glowered. She was treading on really 
dangerous ground.  
Marita knew when to pull in her claws. She smiled at him. 
"So, what now, lover?" she purred. "You lost the bet. They 
fucked their brains out and loved every minute of it just like I 
said they would. But in this case, to the loser belongs the spoils. 
Their disposal is your decision, baby. Do I go down and cap 
them or what?" 
Krycek looked over into the monitor. He couldn't believe it. 
Skinner was kissing her again. AGAIN? Jesus maybe the guy 
really did have balls. Kill them? No. That wouldn't be fair really. 
They had been too entertaining. He had a nice taped souvenir 
of the encounter. He and Marita could replay the fuck tape for 
endless hours of mutual enjoyment. Killing them would be too 
easy. Letting them live might be a much better torture for them 
both. He could hardly wait until Fox Mulder got a load of the 
hickeys all over Scully's neck and tits. "I Want to Believe?" 
Fucking A. Mulder wouldn't want to believe that surprising sight. 
No way. Krycek giggled. I suppose I'll let them go he thought. 
He looked back over at Marita. 
"Take Scully's clothes, and ID and put them inside the lobby. 
Leave her piece here."  
"You're cutting them loose then?" Marita asked for 
confirmation. 
"Yeah, maybe I'm going soft but I can't snuff them now. 
Besides, I think it'll be a hell of a lot more funny to let them try to 
explain this to themselves and...others." 
Marita smiled. "Your wish is my command, Comrade Krycek. 
Oh, but what about Walter's clothes?" 
"Leave them in the van." Krycek grinned, "When you get back 
I'll deactivate the electronic lock on their door." 
Marita's smile broadened and her eyes began to dance, "Oh 
you are a wicked man, aren't you?" 
"You should know, my sweet," he answered running his hand 
back through his hair. 
Marita turned and grabbed Scully's clothing. She opened the 
van's side door and with a quick look back at Krycek, crept out 
into the early morning light. 
Alex Krycek turned back to the bank of monitors and bent close 
to catch the action. There wasn't much left to see. Walter 
Skinner was lying flat on the mattress and Dana Scully's head 
was resting on his chest. He was still murmuring to her and 
Krycek could tell that the big man was trying to lull her into 
sleep. Evidently he was succeeding because Scully's rib cage 
was rising and falling in a relaxed way that signaled that if she 
wasn't in dreamland yet she soon would be. 
Krycek watched Skinner's chest rise and fall, rise and fall. He 
bent forward and peered closely at the screen. Oh fuck, he 
thought. He thought he noticed something...no that couldn't be 
right. He shook his head. Skinner wasn't the type. But Walter's 
eyes did look moist. Alex's face softened and for the first time in 
a long time he felt something other than bitter hate for the whole 
world. He had to admit grudgingly that Walter Skinner had a soft 
touch. He had balls and he deserved some respect. Respect 
was why Krycek had let him live. Respect was why he would 
seek him out as an opponent again, and again and again. 
Alex Krycek pulled a pack of Morley cigarettes and a lighter 
from his jacket pocket. He lit up and dragged the acrid smoke 
deep into his chest. 
"Time to report in," he thought. He grabbed for the cell phone on 
the dash. 
THE HIDDEN DISCLAIMER: Marita Covarrubias and Alex 
Krycek belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 
20th Century FOX Broadcasting too. No copyright infringement 
is intended and no profit is being made from their use either. 
But, I couldn't tell you this earlier because it would have ruined 
the surprise! Hope you liked it. Now...
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