Title: Resurrection
Author: Batela
Rating: NC17 Sk/Sc
Spoilers: slight one for Triangle
Summary: Skinner’s life is renewed by a visit from Scully and ghostly memories 
of Sharon.
e-mail: batela@angelfire.com
URL: http://www.angelfire.com/mb/wsjournal/index.html
 
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The setting sun painted the sky the most brilliant colors using a rainbow as a 
palette. A feather brush splashed the colors across the horizon, blending and 
mixing the tones to perfection. The sound of waves crashing against the shore 
and the cry of tropical birds from the palm trees called to Skinner as he stood 
on the balcony just breathing in the cool clean salty scent of the Atlantic 
Ocean. He silently gave thanks to the Powers that Be for the fact that Mulder 
was alive and well after being dragged from the water. A breeze across his face 
told him that his thanks were received. An irreverent thought flittered through 
his mind; he missed having hair for the breeze to blow through. He snorted and 
turned back into the hotel room. Old fool.
Just a few hours earlier he had heard Mulder declare himself to Scully. Skinner 
couldn’t blame the man, his own mouth still tingled from the unexpected kiss 
Scully planted on him just the day before. Skinner didn’t bother to wait around 
the hospital room to hear Scully’s reply. All he could think was that it was 
about time that hard-headed Mulder admitted it. Everyone else knew. Sometimes 
his tunnel-vision left Mulder blind to what was around him.
Skinner was getting hungry so he went into the bathroom to take a quick cool 
shower before ordering dinner. He was feeling sticky from the day’s humidity, 
the bane of the tropics. After a cool rinse, he called room service, ordered a 
salad and iced tea and stood by the balcony again. He didn’t bother to get 
dressed so he just kept a towel around his waist. The evening breeze felt good 
on his skin. He ruefully pinched the extra inch at his side. His age was 
catching up with him. He didn’t have the energy at the moment to worry about 
washboard stomachs or steal arms. Not that there was anyone at home that he felt 
he had to impress. Sharon had watched his weight fluctuate over their years 
together and never once berated him for it. She also kept him positive about his 
hair loss when he began to contemplate ‘alternative’ ways of hiding his emerging 
dome. She liked running her fingers over his head and to his surprise the 
sensation was slightly erotic. He quickly forgot about those stupid looking 
rugs. He winced. And what had she asked for in return? For him to talk a little 
more. The last thing he remembered was her soft hand touching his cheek. He 
almost gave in then. Almost. Not just an old fool but a stubborn old fool.
He thought about it. Her hand on his cheek was the last time someone, anyone, 
had touched him. With something other than a fist, that is. He wasn’t sure if he 
should count Scully’s gesture of gratitude.
A knock at the door. Room service. 
"Come in." he called out, not bothering to turn around. He heard the door open.
"Just put it on the table, please." he said. 
"Put what on the table, Sir?"
Skinner spun around. Scully stood inside the door looking quizily at him. 
"Agent Scully. I thought you were room service. Sorry. How is Mulder?"
Scully closed the door and entered the room.
"He fell back to sleep. I think he’s a little delirious but he should be fine by 
morning." She walked over to his side and looked out to the water.
"What a beautiful sunset." she murmured, standing slightly behind him. He could 
feel her warmth and suddenly remembered that he was wearing only a towel. Scully 
looked up at him.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes, I’m fine, why?"
Scully shrugged.
"You just look as though you’re not here."
Talk to her, Walter, a voice whispered through his head. Sharon’s voice. He 
tried to find a reason to keep his own council but couldn’t come up with 
anything except a little boy stomping his feet and pouting. Grow up, Walter.
"This –reminder- of our mortality. Missed opportunities. What ifs. Humans are a 
stubborn lot, Scully, sometimes to their own detriment. Often to their own 
detriment." 
Scully didn’t say anything. Life with Mulder had taught her to wait and 
eventually clarity would come.
"I’ve been standing here thinking about my wife. All she wanted was for me to 
talk to her, Scully, and I failed her. She died without hearing me tell her, one 
last time, that I loved her."
Scully put her hands on the back of his shoulders and pressed her forehead 
between his shoulder blades, thinking about her father and sister. Of Jack.
"She was the last person to touch me in something other than anger or hatred and 
I rejected her."
Scully stepped back and turned him around to face her. She wiped her face.
"Hold out your arms." she said. He looked at her.
"What?"
"Hold ‘em out, like this." She spread her arms out. He copied her gesture with a 
dubious look in his eyes. To his surprise, Scully stepped forward and wrapped 
her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest, her ear over his 
pounding heart. He slowly, hesitantly, lowered his arms until they were around 
her shoulders.
"That’s all it takes, Skinner." she whispered against him. 
He felt something break within him and tears rushed to his eyes, spilling down 
his face. He tried to back away but Scully refused to release him. He cried on 
her slim shoulder, knew he was finally saying goodbye to Sharon. Scully knew it, 
too, and just held him quietly, stroking his back soothingly. Sharon’s voice 
whispered to him, telling him it was alright, everything’s going to be fine, 
baby.
As he calmed down, Sharon’s voice whispered a suggestion that rocked him. I 
can’t do that, he objected. Yes, you can, she insisted. Life goes on, Walter, 
grab at it with both hands eyes wide open.
Skinner lifted his head and Scully looked up at him. He saw understanding in her 
eyes as she reached up and wiped his face with her thumbs. He lowered his head a 
little and waited for her to step away. When she didn’t, he lightly touched her 
lips with his. Slowly, one step at a time, their kiss deepened until Scully was 
pressed up hard against him, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth.
Scully needed a breath so she pulled her face away from his and put her head 
against his chest, breathing hard. He stroked her hair as her hands clenched at 
his waist. Without warning, Scully loosened his towel and let it fall to the 
floor. Skinner no longer cared. Scully caressed his waist and hips, reaching 
around to run a feather light touch over his ass. Scully watched his cock grow 
hard within its nest of dark brown hair. She kissed the center of his furry 
chest and up over his collar bone. She flicked her tongue at his adam’s apple 
and kissed his mouth again.
Without a word, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She 
could feel his cock against her center and she wanted more.
He started to say something but Scully shook her head and put a finger against 
his mouth, shushing him.
"We both need this." she whispered. He carried her into the bedroom and set her 
on the edge of the bed. Before he could do anything, Scully reached out and 
touched his cock. He stood still as she explored him with all of her senses 
until he was ready to explode. She sat back and looked up at him as she pulled 
her shirt over her head. Her bra joined the shirt at the foot of the bed and she 
laid back, stretched out before him, waiting as a Goddess for her consort. He 
lifted each of her feet to unbuckle her sandals, placing a kiss on the top of 
her arches before lowering her feet. He unzipped her pants and eased them off of 
her. 
His conscious started to talk to him but was interrupted by Sharon’s fading 
voice telling him to stop being a ninny. Skinner bent over Scully and nuzzled 
the soft fragrant skin of her stomach. He made his way up to her breasts, giving 
little licks and kisses on her pillowed softness, taking little nips, teasing 
her nipples with the tip of his tongue before sucking gently, firmly on the hard 
nubs. He made his way slowly across her body, up one side and down the other, 
kissing, licking, tasting her until she was shivering with need. His tongue and 
fingers probed both of her entrances until she came as he sucked on her clit. 
Scully caught her breath as she turned the tables on him and pounced, flipping 
him over onto his back. She knelt over him, grinning, and matched him move for 
move, lick for lick. She explored his stomach and chest before turning him over 
and making her way over his back and spine. His hands clenched the sheets as she 
explored every inch of his six foot two frame. She nipped at one ass cheek as 
she made her way down, discovering that the backs of his knees were sensitive 
and that his ankles were ticklish. She moved up the other leg and he gasped when 
she parted his cheeks to taste him there, too, before licking at the back of his 
balls. Scully urged him over onto his back and she parted his legs to lick and 
nip at the insides of his thighs. She licked a pearly, salty drop off the tip of 
his penis before straddling his hips and lowering herself onto him. When Scully 
had taken him all the way into her, she paused, breathing hard as she rested 
against his chest. Skinner caressed her back and squeezed her ass cheeks. Scully 
shifted her hips and he moaned as her tight walls gripped him. She sat up and 
rode him, slowly at first, relishing the feeling of every inch of him moving in 
and out of her.
They spun each other across the bed, taking turns on the bottom, on their sides 
facing each other, spooned, hands and knees, sitting. They stopped long enough 
for Skinner to halt his orgasm before continuing again. They needed their time 
together to last, instinctively knowing that this was their only night for each 
other; a night of healing, of birth, death and resurrection. 
As Skinner rested again, they knew it was time. Scully laid back, taking 
Skinner’s comforting weight into her arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. 
He slid into her, moving slowly. They watched each other, blue eyes and brown 
eyes clouded with passion, need, pain and hope. Skinner couldn’t hold back 
anymore, he moved faster, taking them both to the cliff’s edge before falling 
over into the ocean.
In the morning, Skinner was at peace with Sharon’s ghost. He hadn’t realized how 
much of Sharon he had been carrying with him. He knew he had called out her name 
a few times, but Scully didn’t say anything about it. She understood. She had 
said Jack’s and Mulder’s name a couple of times herself. Skinner understood. At 
some point before dawn, Scully had left. He vaguely remembered her lightly 
kissing him before getting out of the bed. 
"Life goes on." she whispered.