Termination of Fate
Story by: Ivy - Written by: Jvantheterrible
Date: April 4th-13th, 1999
Rating: NC-17 for sex and violence
Spoilers: Nah, I was going to, but fuck it now. <G> Shit, if you watch the
show, you already know anyway.
Category: Skinner/Scully, including Mulder and others.
Disclaimer: The characters (and places...like the bank, for instance) don't
belong to Ivy or me. They are Chris Carter's children, as well as 1013 and
InFront Productions, and Fox TV. AS IF we were making any money. We just
wanted to twist the story around so Scully and Skinner can get it on. And
stuff.
Author's Note: Alright. So, here we go again. Ivy came up with this idea, and
I really wanted to write today, so here it is. The product of an hour online
arguing about what to have happen, and what to call it, and so on. Hope you
like it. Besides...for all of us WalterHolics, the episode should've gone
more like this, anyway. No offense, Chris. (Yeah, like HE reads this
stuff!!!) Red, you are truly a goddess. Thanks for your support, and to SIS,
and also to WalterTorture! I love you guys, too!!!
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Friday Morning
6:00 A.M.
Crystal City - Skinner's Apartment
*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP* "Goddammit," Skinner muttered, one large hand
covering the top of the alarm clock as he fumbled blindly for the snooze
button. That feat accomplished, he rolled over and clutched the small redhead
still sleeping with her back to him, taking her into his muscular, naked
arms, and pressed his rather large morning greeting into the small of her
back. "Dana," he said gently as he kissed her ear, causing her to stir,
"Dana, it's time to get up."
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, pressing her body closer to his. The silky blanket of
his chest hair scratched against her back as she reached back around his body
with her right arm and grabbed his bare ass, grinding against his erection.
"What time is it?" she asked groggily.
"It's 6:00. Rise and shine," he whispered in her ear, kissing her again, his
hands caressing her body, "TGIF. We get the whole weekend together after
today." He cupped her right breast in his hand and kissed her neck, even as
she rolled over to face him, wrapping her arms and legs around him so that
his cock lay encased between her warm legs, pressing against her already damp
sex.
"It would appear that you are already up and at it, Mr. Skinner," Scully
grinned, her icy blue eyes meeting Walter's warm brown ones, and she kissed
him gently on the lips. No matter how comfortable she was around Walter,
there really was no excuse for open-mouthed kisses with morning breath, she
quipped to herself, emitting a slight giggle at her own thought.
"Well, Miss Scully," Walter retorted, "hardly in my control...especially
waking up next to lovely, beautiful you," and he held her close, grinding
against her, groaning softly when she pulled away and hopped out of bed,
heading for the bathroom. He watched her bare backside as she walked away
from him, shuddering with excitement. He decided that showering together was
a good idea; after all, he thought, it saves water, time, sexual frustration
for the rest of the day......his mind drifted as he swung his legs over the
side of the bed, placing his feet flat on the floor, and raised his arms over
his head in a massive stretch.
"Walter, morning wood is hardly my doing. It's just Mother Nature's wake up
call." She laughed as she began brushing her teeth, the shower already
running so it could warm up a bit. He walked into the bathroom and stood
behind Dana, watching her as she finished scrubbing her teeth, running his
large warm hands up and down her naked curves, giving her goosebumps as she
spat out the rest of the toothpaste and rinsed.
"Well, I'd kiss you," she said matter-of-factly, "but you haven't brushed
yet." She snickered, then continued, "I'll be waiting in the shower," her
eyes sparkled at him in the mirror, and he leaned down and kissed the top of
her flaming red hair. She slid open the glass shower door and stepped in,
closing it behind her. "Mmm, this feels heavenly," she said, and Walter
finished brushing his teeth hurriedly, wanting to do the soaping up himself.
He slid the glass door open and entered the oversized tiled tub, joining Dana
under the spray of hot water. He slid the door closed, and wrapped his arms
around her deliciously soaked body.
"Now this," he said seductively into her ear as he bent over her shoulder,
"is a shower." The water ran over his bald scalp and down over Scully's
breasts, and she turned to face him, tilting her head up for a proper morning
kiss. He drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her petite frame, and bent
his head down, meeting her lips with his own, their tongues instantly
tangling together.
"Mmm, minty fresh," Scully said, and they both laughed into each other's
mouths as they finished their greeting. Dana grabbed the bar of soap and
started to stroke Walter's chest, loving the feel of his muscular, taut chest
under her slippery soapy hands. She worked up a foaming white lather in
seconds, and spread it out across his shoulders and arms, his stomach, and
then lower, down past his navel, following the trail of silky black hair with
the soap. "Okay, turn around and I'll do your back," she said.
"Dana, what about..." Walter started, but she cut him off, laughing.
"Walter," she exclaimed, "I'm just saving the best for last. Now turn." He
did as he was told, allowing her to run her hands up and down his strong
golden tanned back, and she giggled a little as she reached his tight
buttocks, making sure she didn't miss an inch. She worked the soap down his
legs, kneeling down behind him so she could wash his legs and feet, grinning
hugely as he struggled to maintain his balance despite her ministrations.
"A man could get used to this, Dana," Walter moaned, and he turned back
towards her, knowing full well she was still kneeling, his now fully erect
cock directly in front of her face.
"Alright, Walter, rinse," Scully laughed, and he stood under the hot water,
rinsing Dana's handiwork away, even as she took his penis and scrotum into
her hands and soaped them up as well. She continued to kneel in front of him,
and once he was rinsed off, she took him into her mouth briefly, then pulled
herself slowly off of him as she stood, handing him the soap as she turned
her back to him. She made a production of smacking her lips loudly and
proclaimed, "Okay, you're rinsed! Your turn - scrub!"
"Dana," he moaned, "you don't play fair." He turned the soap over and over in
his large hands, pressing his cock into her back as he ran his massive paws
over her small shoulders, under her arms, over her breasts; he wanted to be
everywhere all at once. He washed her quickly and thoroughly, pausing only to
kneel in front of her and pay especially close attention to the fiery red
triangle between her legs, using his fingers to move in and out between her
nether lips, not missing an inch of her. She spread her legs a bit to give
him better access, and moaned softly at his touch, his large fingers
purposefully rubbing over her clit, sliding easily back and forth with the
foamy lather.
He stood abruptly, "Okay, rinse," Walter exclaimed, "you're done." Scully
opened her eyes, staring at him hungrily, and he smiled wickedly, fairly
certain that they were both going to be slightly late to work this morning.
"Oh no you don't," Scully whispered to him, "I'm not done yet. And neither
are you," she said, her arms snaking around his neck, her breasts pressed
against his warm sopping wet chest.
Skinner picked Scully up, his arms around her waist, and spread his legs
slightly so that he was braced between both sides of the tub, his back
slightly grazing the wall of the shower, silently thankful for the no-slip
strips he had put down on the bottom of the tub just weeks before.
Dana locked her legs around his waist, the tip of his cock just inside of
her, and she moaned loudly as he slid easily into her, pulling her hips
against him, sealing her with himself. His hands cupped her firm ass, and he
moved her up and down slowly on his cock as though she were weightless, and
she gasped at the feeling of him filling her, his boiling hot hardness
invading her warm tightness deliciously.
"Ohhh, yeah," Dana gasped, "oh God, yesssss..." she hissed at him, kissing
him, licking and biting his lips and his nose, his chin, any part of him that
she could reach with her mouth.
"Mmm, you like that?" he growled to her, "how about...this," he said firmly,
thrusting deeply into her. She cried out with the pleasure of him driving
into her, and she threw her head back, lips parted, eyes closed. Walter could
barely keep from coming, the sexy redhead clinging to him, moaning, building
to his climax. His strokes grew more insistent with her moans, his hands
moving her up and down on his shaft, harder and harder and faster and faster,
in as deep as he could go, then withdrawing, then burying himself into her
fully once more.
"Look at me, Dana," Walter whispered to her, "look at me right now. I want to
look into your eyes...I want to watch you come. Are you going to come for me,
Dana?" He continued thrusting up into her, pulling her hips down to meet his
with as much force as he could muster with each stroke.
Scully looked at Walter, and as she did, she felt the warmth begin to build
at the base of her spine, working its way up her back, the invisible fingers
stroking her insides, the familiar fluttering in her stomach, and her mouth
opened slightly in an "O", and she groaned, "oh, God, yes, Walter, I'm
going...I'm going to.....come....faster, Walter...harder...oh God...yes,
yesyesyes..." she trailed off, her body beginning to twitch in his arms, her
arms wrapped loosely around his neck so he could watch her climax. She
clenched her teeth, her blue eyes wide open, staring directly into his,
"Walter, now...oh God, now...I'm coming......" Dana cried.
He thrust into her forcefully, pulling her as close to him as he could, and
he gritted his teeth as he pumped his orgasm into her, closing his eyes,
crying out her name as she nearly screamed his. He continued to hold her
close to him, their bodies twitching together in the still hot spray of the
shower, their labored breathing slowing minute by minute. His thighs ached
slightly from holding them both up, and he smiled a little at how he hadn't
noticed that until just this moment. He released Dana slowly, allowing her to
return to her feet and rinse away their lovemaking. He did the same, and
turned the shower off, opening the doors to the steam filled bathroom,
reaching for 2 fluffy dark blue bath towels. He handed one to Dana, and
stepped out of the shower, allowing her to exit as well.
Skinner and Scully kissed while they dried off, and after a small
towel-snapping contest that Walter lost miserably, they dressed for business.
Scully had to dry her hair, and Skinner came into the bathroom, knotting his
tie, and said, "I have to run to the bank before work, so I'm going to run
off a little ahead of you, alright?"
"Okay, if you must," Scully replied, tilting her chin up for a kiss, which
she gratefully received, "I'll see you at the office."
"Don't forget," Skinner called to her as he left the bedroom, "we have an
8:30 meeting this morning."
"Shit," Dana said, checking her watch. It was nearly a quarter to eight, and
she had to get to the office in Friday traffic. She hurriedly dried her hair,
applied her usual light makeup, and was out the door 20 minutes after
Skinner.
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Cradock Marine Bank
1 block from the Hoover Building
8:20 A.M.
Skinner stood in the usual lengthy bank line, wondering why in the hell the
ATM had to be out of order this morning, of all mornings. He checked his
watch. It was 8:20, and he was fifth in line; he still had ten minutes, he
might make it after all. He smiled as he recounted why he was running a bit
late in the first place, and shrugged it off. The FBI could wait five minutes
so Assistant Director Skinner could do his banking. His thoughts were on
Dana, not the Unified Crime Report meeting he was supposed to spend a fair
portion of the day in; good Lord, he thought to himself, that was the sixth
UCR meeting this week. How many times did they need to go over the total
number of drunks caught pissing in public streets across the country, anyway?
He sighed, and relaxed as he stepped forward a few steps, now third in line.
He was certain that he would make it, until he heard the shot, and a booming
voice from behind him, "EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND, NOW...YOU KNOW WHAT THIS
IS." He spun around, instinctively reaching for his gun, and stopped when he
saw the man in the military jacket. The bearded man that had his gun aimed
directly at the heart of Assistant Director of the FBI, Walter Skinner.
"Shit," Walter said under his breath. So much for being on time, he thought
grimly.
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J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building
8:40 A.M.
A.D. Skinner's Office
Dana Scully surprised herself, actually making it to the meeting 3 minutes
early. She was slightly surprised, however, to find that Skinner was not in
yet. Odd, she thought, since he had left before her, and should've been in by
now, despite the fact that he had to stop by the bank. Stranger still, Mulder
was on time; seated next to her, as well as about 10 other MIB's surrounding
the massive conference table, graphs and charts ready to go. The only problem
was, the seat at the head of the table was empty. Scully checked her watch;
it was 8:40, and still, no Skinner.
"Agent Scully, gentlemen, I think that we should proceed with our scheduled
meeting. We have quite a bit of ground to cover here," began one of the
speakers, "and I'm certain that AD Skinner would like to keep things running
according to plan."
Scully looked at Mulder, who looked back at her, and she shrugged, curious as
to Skinner's whereabouts, and her concern was growing. He was never late.
Never. Something might have happened...what if...no, no, she thought, put
that out of your mind. There was just a line at the bank, that's all; that
must be it. The meeting began, and Scully was fidgeting in her seat, checking
her watch almost every four minutes, to the second. Around 9:00 A.M.,
Kimberly came into the conference room and asked for Mulder and Scully. Dana
nearly jumped out of her seat, knowing instantly that something was wrong.
Her worst fears were confirmed when Kimberly got them into the reception area.
"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully..." she looked as though she might cry, "I just
got a call from the DC Police Department....there's a holdup in progress at
the Cradock Marine Bank just up the street......" Scully's face turned pale,
and she grabbed Mulder's arm for support as Kimberly finished, "and they
think that AD Skinner is inside."
"We're on it," Mulder said, grabbing Scully by the arm and pulling her out
into the hallway, directly to the elevator. He punched the down button
furiously, and the doors finally swished open silently, allowing him to drag
Scully inside with him.
"Scully, are you okay?" Mulder asked, "Scully, he'll be fine, don't worry."
"Mulder, I'm fine," she said softly, "he's a big boy, he can handle this."
She looked at Mulder, her bright blue eyes wide open, her lower lip trembling
slightly.
Her eyes betrayed her words, and Mulder knew better than to believe her. She
was a rock in any situation, but this was different. This was their boss, and
not only that, Walter Skinner was Scully's lover. Mulder knew, and had known
for quite some time, since Dana and Walter had sat him down and talked to him
about it, concerned that he might be upset. He admitted that it stung, and
that, yes, he loved Scully, but it was a different kind of love. It wasn't
that he didn't want her, because he truly did; but there were always X-Files
or Cancermen or little green men getting in the way of his feelings for Dana
Scully, and Walter Skinner could give her something that he, Fox Mulder,
could not.....a stable life. Somewhat more normal than that of a
self-absorbed UFO watcher; a self-proclaimed workaholic, insomniac,
basketball and porn-loving bachelor, so set in his ways that he could never
hope to accommodate a woman like Dana Scully. Mulder knew all of these things,
and though he still loved Scully dearly, he knew it was better for her to be
with Skinner. So he had accepted it, and that had been that. Of course, that
had all been many months ago, and Mulder had resolved himself to being
Scully's partner and best friend, something he was already good at, and what
the hell, it worked - unlike so many other things in his life. But the look
on the face of the fiery haired woman standing across from him now, his best
friend; his partner; his confidante; told him that she was, beyond a shadow
of a doubt, scared shitless. And so was he.
The elevator door swished open, and Mulder and Scully walked quickly out of
the building, onto the street, nearly sprinting to the bank, where countless
police cars and vans had already gathered, along with the throngs of
onlookers. There was no doubt that a serious situation was evolving, and
Skinner was nowhere to be seen. Mulder knew that if Walter wasn't inside the
bank, he would damn well have taken charge of the site already, and it was
just one more thing to add to an already troubling list of negatives. He and
Scully pulled their FBI badges out and quickly found the police Lieutenant,
only to discover that not only was there a bank robbery in progress, there
were roughly 30 hostages, and the man, identified by his alleged girlfriend
as Bernard Oates, had a bomb.
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Cradock Marine Bank
9:10 A.M.
Lobby
Bernard Oates had gotten everyone to lie down on the floor, hands on their
heads. Walter Skinner lay on the marble floor of the bank trying to figure
out when might be a good time to draw his gun, but couldn't think of any
time, since the psycho had a bomb wired to himself. He knew that any sudden
movement on his part could cost one or all of the people around him their
lives, and he was extremely frustrated and duly pissed off. Several minutes
earlier, he had tried to check his watch to see what time it was, and had
almost gotten himself shot; he decided immediately that it was no longer
important how late he was for his meeting.
Bernard was pacing the floor madly, wringing his hands, unsure as to how his
plan was going to unfold; things had somehow gotten exremely fucked up, and
he knew that it was no longer a case of simply grabbing the money and
leaving. He had not intended to cause such a scene; not meant to take
hostages; not wanted to follow the present course of action in any way,
shape, or form. The bomb was only supposed to be a threat, and before he had
even known what he himself was doing, he had shouted at everyone, and now his
flak jacket hung open, the dynamite and detonator exposed to everyone,
including the throngs of authorities who now occupied two city blocks around
the building. He walked in circles, around and around the people on the
floor, glancing nervously out the front door every several seconds. He
finally came to a stop in front of where Walter Skinner lay, his back to the
agent on the floor, eyes fixed intently at the scene just outside the bank,
watching, his mind racing with delusions of escape.
Walter glanced up and saw that his opportunity had arisen; the militia
wannabe had his back turned, and Skinner slowly and silently reached into his
coat and retrieved his gun, jumped to his feet as he shouted, "Freeze! FBI!"
Sweat poured down his brow, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest, as
Bernard Oates turned slowly to face him, a horrible, evil grin plastered
across his bearded face.
"Well, well, well. It's not exactly your lucky day, is it, PIG?" Bernard said
to Walter, not seeming to mind that he had a glock pointed at his forehead.
"It's over, man," Walter said smoothly, "what do you say we call it a day,
huh?"
"I don't think so, Mr. G-Man. I need to get out of here, and one way or
another, I intend to do just that."
"Why don't you just let these people go, and you and I will sort this all
out, okay?" Walter tried the simple approach, as he wasn't too keen on
blowing this guy away in front of 30 civilians. "What's your name, soldier?"
"Bernard. No one is getting out of here." There were several whimpers from
the other patrons on the floor, and a few women began crying quietly.
"Listen, Bernard," Walter decided to try again, "maybe we can make a deal,
what do you say? You let these people go, and I'll see if I can pull some
strings and work out some sort of deal for you."
"Deal? What deal, asshole? I have a bomb, and hostages. What kind of deal am
I gonna get? Fuck you." Bernard was not planning on budging on this
particular arrangement.
"Look, Bernard...." Walter began, and was promptly cut off in mid-sentence.
"Shut up, asshole, you're starting to piss me off...get that fucking gun off
me." Walter didn't budge, his weapon still trained on Bernard, and Bernard
pulled a gun out of his coat, "I SAID GET IT OFF!" Bernard clicked the safety
off, and his hand shook slightly as he aimed for Walter's chest.
"Please drop your gun, Bernard, we can work this out, it doesn't have to be
like this," Walter said, suddenly quite sure that he wasn't going to be
attending the UCR meeting, or maybe any more meetings at all. Skinner moved
slowly to lower his gun, but he spooked the desperately frightened and crazed
man in front of him in doing so, and Bernard pulled the trigger. *BANG*
Walter fell to his knees, then over onto his side, blood pouring out of his
chest. He gasped for air that seemed to be rushing out of his lungs faster
than he could suck it in. He was numb, couldn't feel his legs, and only one
thought went through his head as he lay on the floor in his own
blood....Dana...Dana.....Dana.
"FUCK," Bernard screamed, dropping his gun to the ground, his hands flying up
and running through his hair as he watched the man writhing and gasping and
bleeding on the floor in front of him, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, oh God, Fuck," he
kept saying, as people began to scream and cry out, praying, begging with him
that they didn't want to die. He lost all sense of reality at that moment,
and flipped the detonator switch open under his jacket. He looked up as the
SWAT team began their entry into the building, a calming feeling suddenly
washing over him as he became aware of what he had to do.
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Outside Cradock Marine Bank
Corner across the street
9:53 A.M.
*BANG* The shot rang out from inside the building, and Scully jumped nearly a
foot in the air. She began to take off towards the bank, and Mulder grabbed
her arm, holding her back.
"Mulder, let me go," Scully cried, "Walter's in there...what if...what if..."
"Scully," Mulder shouted, "we don't have a choice, we have to wait," he said,
holding her in his arms, his own eyes closed as he pressed his face into her
hair. It came over the Lieutenant's radio at that instant that a man was
down, and it was indeed Assistant Director Walter Skinner, and Scully sank
against Mulder's chest.
"Send them in," the Lieutenant ordered, and the SWAT team began to rush the
building. There was so much noise that it was nearly impossible to tell if
anyone else had been shot, and Mulder held Scully tightly against him as he
watched the SWAT team begin to enter the bank. Scully had collapsed against
his chest, and he was holding her up, his arms around her as she sobbed and
screamed into his dress shirt and tie, "No, Mulder, no, this isn't happening,
this can't be happening Mulder, he only had to...he only left me an hour ago,
no, Mulder, no no no noooo...."
"Scully, they'll get him out, don't worry," Mulder tried to soothe Scully,
but it wasn't working very well, and suddenly, as the first 10 team members
entered the bank, a massive explosion rocked the entire scene, and everyone
outside dropped to the ground, Mulder pulling Scully down with him. Glass and
bits of concrete flew past them, past everyone outside, and windshields and
car windows blew out from the sheer force of the bomb. Smoke and dust filled
the air, and a hush fell over the entire scene, no sound whatsoever escaping
anyone. There was only shock and silent, unspoken horror on the faces of
every officer and official surrounding the building, and Scully pulled away
from Mulder, standing to stare at the remains of the bank.
Mulder tried to stand up, but he couldn't, his legs not obeying any command
at the moment, only able to think of his mentor, his friend, his ally, his
boss, his best friend's lover...gone. Gone. Walter Skinner, Assistant
Director of the FBI, was just gone, gone in a blaze of fire and smoke,
because of a bank robbery, gone. No aliens, no government conspiracies, no
Krycek, no smoking men...just a crazy motherfucker with no life and a bomb.
Gone. Scully. Oh my God, Mulder thought, Scully, where was Scully? She had
been in his arms...he looked up, the tears streaming down his dust and dirt
grazed face, and saw Scully, standing, staring at the demolished building.
Standing and staring. Not moving. Mulder finally found the will to move, and
stood to join her, had to see...had to know...had to find out....
"Scully," Mulder whispered, "Oh, Scully...." he tried to put his arms around
her, but she unconsciously pushed him away, continuing to stare at what was
left of the bank, her eyes open wider than Mulder had ever seen them; no
tears, just emptiness and that deep blue ocean of iris. No sound. She wrapped
her arms around herself, shaking. She stood on the corner opposite the
Cradock Marine Bank and simply stared, as though Walter might come walking
out of the bank at any moment, hands up in the air, exclaiming that
everything was under control, and everyone was going to be okay.
"Scully," Mulder whispered again, his voice having left him. He was shaking
like Scully, the shock of what had just occurred too much for him to bear,
even worse having to watch Scully try to bear it as well.
"Mulder, he's coming out. I know he's coming out, Mulder. He wasn't in there,
Mulder. He got out in time." Her voice was no more there than his own, and
Mulder continued to sob quietly, wanting to comfort her, wanting to make it
all go away, unable to comprehend, unwilling to accept.
"Scully," Mulder cried, "Scully, here," he sobbed, reaching for her, and she
shoved him away hard, almost knocking him down, "NO!" Scully screamed, "NO,
NO, NO. HE'S ALRIGHT, MULDER. HE'LL BE OUT ANY MINUTE, MULDER. REALLY. WATCH.
JUST WAIT A MINUTE. HE'LL BE HERE." Dana Scully had lost her iron control.
She had lost Walter, the man that she loved, and now, she too was lost. There
was no comprehension, no admitting that anything at all had happened. She
felt that if she denied the reality, it would cease to be. Walter would
certainly come out of the bank any minute. She was sure of it. She continued
to scream as Mulder grabbed her and shook her, sobbing himself, trying to
make her stop, trying to get her back from the edge she was so perilously
close to going over.
"Scully," Mulder shouted, "Scully, stop it...he's gone, Scully...stop
it...goddammit, STOP IT...."he couldn't get her to come back to him, even
though she stood directly in front of him with his hands clutching her
shoulders, her eyes still wide open, unblinking, still no tears, and he
smacked her as hard as he could with his open palm. Her head swung around
from the slap, and Mulder cried harder that he had had to do it, but she was
in shock and didn't realize what was happening to her, didn't know what she
was saying. She stopped screaming immediately, looked up at Mulder, her ice
blue eyes meeting his, and she fell into his arms, unconscious. Mulder held
Scully in his arms and sank to the sidewalk beneath them, holding her and
rocking her, as if he could comfort himself just by comforting her, but it
didn't work. He brushed her fiery red hair out of her face as his tears
dripped down onto her cheek, and he rocked her in his arms.
"Oh my God, Scully," Mulder murmured into her unhearing ears, "Oh Scully, I'm
so sorry, oh Jesus..."he was beyond thinking, beyond anything that resembled
what his life had been just minutes earlier. Everything; his life, Scully's
life, the FBI; anything with any semblance of reality was gone, and all he
could do was hold Scully's presently lifeless body in his arms and
sob......for himself, for Scully, and for Walter Skinner.
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J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building
2:00 P.M. Friday Afternoon
Anonymous Conference Room
Mulder and Scully sat around a massive conference table, along with several
other agents that had been under Walter Skinner's command, and the usual
gaggle of FBI higher ups. The meeting was called shortly after Mulder and
Scully had returned from the Cradock Marine Bank, both in shock, and only
Mulder able to speak of what had happened; Dana Scully was still staring off
into some unknown point in space, and barely heard what transpired around
her. She had not, in fact, been aware of much else since that morning other
than the fact that Skinner was gone, taken from her forever.
Mulder continued on shakily, relaying the events of the previous hours to the
panel of their peers, his voice cracking from time to time, although he
hardly realized it, "....and at approximately ten this morning, Bernard Oates
detonated a homemade bomb.........inside the Cradock Marine Bank.....killing
himself and all of the hostages inside the
bank.......including.........Assistant. Director. Skinner." Mulder hung his
head, and fought the lump that had been in his throat for several hours, as
well as holding back tears that threatened at the mere mention of Walter's
name.
"Agents, I am aware that this has been a traumatizing event for you," the
Deputy Director stated, "and I am granting you all a week of bereavement
leave. I will not expect to see any of you back here until after AD Skinner
has been laid to rest. You are all excused, and I assure you that all of us
here in the bureau share your loss. Walter Skinner was a brave, honorable,
respectable man, and he will be sorely missed."
Mulder and Scully remained seated until all of the other agents and
supervisors left, Mulder once again giving in to the tears that had been
threatening throughout the entire meeting. He leaned forward and placed his
face in his hands, then turned to look at Scully, who had not uttered a
single word since she had collapsed in his arms hours earlier. She did not
sob, she did not scream, she did not speak. She simply sat, staring across
the room at the wall. Her eyes were open, but Mulder didn't think that anyone
was home at the moment.
"Scully," Mulder said softly, his voice strangled with emotion, "Scully, you
have to talk to me. You can't take this all on yourself. It isn't healthy,
Scully...I'm a psychologist, and you're a doctor, and you know you can't do
this......" his voice trailed off as she slowly turned to look at him,
finally, some sign that she was not totally lost. Her bottom lip quivered
slightly, and her icy blue eyes spoke volumes to Mulder, causing him to
shiver just from the pain in her gaze. "Scully, please talk to me. I
know....it hurts.....so goddamn badly....but please, Scully....Dana...."
She flinched from his use of her first name, Walter being the only one to
have uttered her first name in months, no, years. She blinked at Mulder, as
though she had just awakened from a long nap, and shook her head. "No,
Mulder. I don't have to talk about this. I can't. Not yet. Not now." She
stood up, and Mulder jumped out of his chair to be by her side. She held up
her hands at him, and spoke once more, "Take me home, Mulder. Please."
"Scully, I don't think you should be alone....I don't want to be alone,
Scully." He practically whined at her, and she lost her temper with him, with
his weakness.
"Goddamit, Mulder," she shouted, causing him to jump slightly, "I can't take
care of you. Not this time. I...I have to be alone for awhile. I have to
grieve for him myself. Can't you understand that, Mulder? Just take me home,
please, and.....and......give me some time. I can't be your partner today, I
just can't do it."
Mulder continued to leak tears, nodding at her, agreeing to drive Scully home
and leave her to herself and her feelings. They rode the elevator down to
their shared office in silence, so that Scully could get her coat and purse,
and headed back up to the parking garage, not speaking to each other until
Dana realized that Mulder was heading for her apartment. "Mulder, I need to
go to Crystal City. I have to go to his home. It was going to be our home
soon...." she trailed off, and Mulder swallowed hard as he redirected the
black Ford towards Skinner's apartment.
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Friday Afternoon
3:00 P.M.
Crystal City - Skinner's Apartment
Scully slid the key into the door lock slowly, having hugged and consoled
Mulder as best as she could, given the circumstances, before he drove off in
a haze of grief. She walked into the apartment and took a deep breath,
closing her eyes as she shut the door behind her. She dropped her purse on
the white carpeting, and slid her trenchcoat off of her shoulders, letting it
fall to the floor as well. Her tired eyes looked miserably around the room as
she took in the surroundings; the furniture, the neat and tidy bar area, the
spotless glass doors leading out to the balcony overlooking the city. All
that was Walter was still here, yet the man himself was gone. Scully ran her
hands through her hair as she strode over to the bar and poured herself a
scotch. She nearly choked as the liquid burned her throat, but she finished
the glass off and poured another, which she quickly downed, giving herself an
instant, mind-numbing buzz.
Dana Scully didn't usually drink, but she figured that if there was ever a
time in her life that she would, it was going to be right here, right now.
She leaned against the bar, staring into the mirror behind the crystal
bottles and glasses, not even recognizing the wreck of a woman that stared
back at her. Her red hair seemed to have lost its gleam, as had her eyes,
hell, her whole soul ached, and she slumped over the bar, resting her head on
her arm, her entire frame shaking with the sobs she had been holding in for
hours and hours.
She lifted her tear streamed, stained face up, grime from the bank explosion
still spotting her cheeks and forehead, and stared into the mirror again, a
rage rising up in her that she had never experienced before. She began to
scream, a high pitched wailing, and threw the glass she held into the mirror,
smashing it into hundreds of crystal and mirrored shards which rained down
over the rest of the bar, "FUCK THIS...FUCK...this isn't RIGHT...it wasn't
supposed to BE this way, godDAMMIT....." she cried, her whole body suddenly
alive with the pain in her heart, "WALTER....Walter...oh my
God.....Walter...." she sank to the floor as she continued to weep, burying
her face in her hands, sobbing with her entire being for her lost love. She
reached to her throat and felt the gold cross resting there, and was suddenly
furious with all that it stood for.....faith my ASS, she thought, and she
tore it from around her neck and flung it across the room, sprawling out
across the floor and sobbing into the soft white carpet.
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Friday Evening
7:00 P.M.
Crystal City - Skinner's Apartment
Scully awoke on the floor, curled in a fetal position, not knowing how long
she had been out. The scotch had been enough to put her to sleep for a few
hours, although her head now pounded with a fierce intensity, her face
swollen from crying. Even though she had fallen asleep, she didn't feel
rested; instead, she felt worse than she had before. She dragged herself up
the stairs to Walter's bedroom...saw their shared bed....and she broke into a
fresh wave of sobs as she stripped slowly, her clothes falling to the floor
in a neglected heap. She walked into the bathroom and started the shower,
shaking as she remembered their lovemaking that very morning, in that very
tub, and she wearily entered the stall and washed away the remnants of the
explosion, still in a state of disbelief that there would be no more showers
with Walter, no more waking up next to his beautiful body, no more laughing
together, no more of his irritated rantings over whatever case Mulder and she
were working on.
She towelled off, and slipped into one of Walter's work shirts, the white
ones that were always so crisp and framed his shoulders so well....it was, in
fact, from the previous day, and it smelled of Walter, and she fell into the
bed, still crying, wondering if she would ever be able to stop the flood that
fell from her face. She rolled over and grabbed his pillow, the one that his
head had rested on that same morning, and she clutched it to her, wrapping
her body around it, as if it would somehow just materialize into the man
himself. Dana Scully began to drift then, her tears continuing, silent sobs
eventually lulling her into a troubled but much needed rest.
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Crystal City - Skinner's Apartment
6:00 A.M.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* The alarm clock was going off, and Dana sat bolt
upright in bed, confused. It was Saturday, wasn't it? Had she set the alarm
the night before? She didn't remember doing so....and what.....was
that.....the shower? As Scully sat in bed, trying to figure out what was
going on, the shower stopped, and she heard the glass door slide open. Oh
God, Scully thought, what the Hell was going on? She hadn't dreamt the whole
thing, had she? She ran an entire conversation with herself through her head
as she tried to grasp what was happening...she looked down, and saw that she
was naked, the gold cross curiously back around her neck, and knew that
something was wrong...she had fallen asleep in Walter's
shirt....Walter.....Walter was dead, he was gone......but........who was
humming in the bathroom?
"Good morning, beautiful," Skinner said, smiling happily at her as he strode
out of the bathroom, a dark blue towel wrapped around his hips, his
beautifully muscular, dark brown hairy chest glimmering in the morning sun
that peeked through the bedroom blinds behind him. He stopped by the bed and
cocked his head at her quizzically, wondering why on earth her jaw hung open,
bright blue eyes open wide as though in shock. "Dana, are you alright?"
Skinner asked, sitting on the bed next to her, reaching towards her shoulder.
"You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"Walter?" She whispered, aghast, "Walter? What....." she continued to stare
at him, fingering her necklace, watching him as he reached for her.
"Sweetheart, I wasn't gone all that long," he chuckled, "I just woke up
before the alarm and decided to shower. Are you alright? Did you have a bad
dream?"
She flew to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder,
"Oh, God, Walter, I had the worst nightmare....I dreamt.....I dreamt that you
were killed....and....and I was alone..." she surprised him with her
emotional reaction, and he pulled her off of him long enough to gaze at her,
his deep brown eyes filled with sympathy for her....her dream had truly upset
her, because Dana Scully didn't just cry at the drop of a hat.
"Dana, I wasn't killed! I'm here, right here, with you, right where I belong,
it's okay, baby." He pulled her back against him, and she sank into his
embrace, his warmth enveloping her. He smoothed her hair with one hand,
rubbing her smooth creamy pale back with the other to soothe her, murmuring
quietly into her ear, "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, it's
okay...sssshhhh..."
Scully pulled back from Walter slowly, her tears stopping, and she hiccuped
air into her lungs, barely able to ask Walter, "What day is it?" She bit her
lip at his grin, and she suddenly felt foolish for her display...but
goddammit, it had seemed so real!
"It's Friday, of course, Dana.....Jesus, are you sure you're okay? That dream
really shook you up, didn't it?"
Scully was beyond words; she couldn't speak anymore, so she reached out and
ran her hands down his shoulders, across his chest, curling her fingers into
the nest of curls and finding his nipples, leaning down to suckle first one,
then the other. She looked back up at him, and he gazed back at her,
confusion and wonder fading to pure lust as she pressed her body against his
and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him passionately. She yanked the
towel off of his hips, and was delighted to find him already sporting an
erection for her.
"Dana," Walter gasped, "this is quite a morning greeting," and he couldn't
finish his thought because she had already wrapped her legs around him,
holding him impossibly close to her as she thrust her tongue forcefully into
his mouth, grinding against his hardness, begging him silently to enter her.
He reached down between them, and slid two fingers inside of her warm folds,
finding her more than ready to accommodate his full length. He wrapped his
arms around Dana and reached down to grab her firm ass with one hand, his
other holding her steady as he slid into her, making her gasp in ecstasy.
"Oh, Walter.....don't leave me, don't EVER leave me," she cried out, bucking
up to consume him fully, his cock twitching inside of her already, and she
refused to allow him oxygen as she sucked his tongue back into her mouth,
kissing him and biting his bottom lip with a force that Walter had never
experienced from her before. "Dana," he gasped, meeting her bucking hips with
harder and harder thrusts, wanting her to be sure that he was indeed alive,
and well, and oh God, he was going to come really soon if she didn't slow
down......
Scully clamped onto Walter's cock with every muscle she could, feeling him
deep inside of her, urging him with her hands and her mouth to go faster,
harder, not to ever stop, not to ever leave her, and she somehow managed to
roll them both over so that she was on top of him, riding him with the
intensity of a jockey in the Kentucky Derby....she ground against him, taking
him completely into her, then pulled up so that he was just at the entrance,
then thrust back down onto him, his dark pubic hair grinding against her
clit, his balls contracting each time her ass came back down to rest on them.
She leaned over and kissed him again, and he held her against his chest,
taking her nipples into his mouth one at a time.
"Oh, Walter," Scully moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, locked in
an undeniable rhythm with Walter's thrusts, and she could feel the tickle in
her stomach, the tingle at the base of her spine, and she fucked him as hard
as she could, taking all of the grief and rage and emotion that she had
"dreamt" and using it to show him just how much he meant to her, her body
quivering almost uncontrollably on top of his.
"Oh, God, Dana....I'm going to....oh, yeah," he gasped, not remembering ever
fucking anyone quite so hard in his life, his body completely locked into
hers, and she threw her head back and gave him a final thrust that pushed him
into her deeper than he had ever been, she was quite certain, and she
screamed as she came, letting the orgasm flow over her like a waterfall,
stars dancing in her vision as she contracted around him.
Walter cried out through clenched teeth as Dana milked him for all he was
worth and a half......her final thrust had shoved him over the edge, and it
seemed like he flooded into her like never before, his spasms not dying down
for many minutes, and he continued to give her tiny little thrusts as he felt
her body clamp around him, holding him inside of her, not letting any of him
escape.
"Jesus," Walter panted, some moments later, "Dana, that was.....incredible,"
still unable to get his breath back at the present time.
"Yeah," Scully gasped back, sweating, still lying on top of him, his cock
still pulsing inside of her, and she kissed him again, softly, still moving
gently on top of him, "I told you, it was a really horrible dream, Walter."
She looked down at him, and he smiled warmly up at her, covered in sweat
himself.
"If you wanted to shower together, all you had to do was ask," Walter teased,
and Dana laughed, forcing his now flaccid penis out of her, deliciously sore
from their morning romp. She rolled off of him, and they lay holding one
another, spent, happily exhausted and sexually satisfied.
"Shit," Walter muttered as he looked over the alarm clock, "we have to get
going, Dana....I have to stop by the bank before our UCR meeting this
morning, and--"
"NO!" Scully screamed, causing Walter to jump, "Oh, God, no, Walter, don't go
to the bank. You can't, please," she begged in earnest, tears filling her eyes
again.
"Dana," Walter said, sitting up, confused, "what the Hell is the matter? What
exactly did you dream?" He looked down at her concerned, and she sat up
beside him, allowing him to put his arms around her.
"I dreamt that you went to the bank and there was a robbery, and.....Mulder
and I were in the meeting but you weren't there yet, and Kimberly came to get
us, and told us that there was a holdup."
Skinner listened intently, "Dana, that's quite a vivid dream, you know?"
"Yes, I know, Walter. Believe me, I know all too well just how vivid. So
then, Mulder and I rushed down the street to see what was going on, and we
heard a shot---you were shot, and then the SWAT team ran in and....and....."
Scully got choked up again just remembering, "and Bernard blew up the bank,
killing himself and you and all the rest of the hostages and the SWAT team."
"Jesus, Dana, what have you been eating before bed?" Walter joked, and then
stopped when he saw the tears streaming down Scully's face, suddenly aware
that it was no joke, and he kissed her tears away, while she continued
telling him about her dream.
"And then, Mulder and I had to go to this meeting at the bureau, and they
gave us time off for your funeral, and I had Mulder bring me back here so I
could be alone, just me in this empty apartment...and I drank scotch and
passed out in one of your shirts, holding your pillow...and then, when the
alarm went off this morning, I swore......" she was still crying, "I swore
that you were gone, that it was Saturday, and.......then you came out of the
shower," Scully said, and Walter pulled her closer, most definitely not dead.
"Dana, ssshhh," he comforted her for the second time that morning, and it
wasn't even 7 a.m. yet, "it's okay, darling, it was only a dream. I'm here,
you're here, we're okay, alright?"
"No, Walter, it's not alright...it was so real....too real...and....oh, just
please don't go to the bank, okay?" She looked up at him, her blue eyes
pleading him to listen, to understand.....something really odd was going on,
and even though she didn't understand it, she couldn't allow him to ignore it.
Walter sighed, "Okay, Dana, I won't go to the bank, I promise. But we need to
get money for this weekend! I had something special planned, and.....shit,"
he said, getting up, gloriously naked, and pulling her out of the bed behind
him, "I guess we could just hit the ATM on the way to the office, okay?" She
stood in his arms beside the bed, burying her face in his warm hairy chest,
"Okay, I think the ATM would be safe. Shower?" She asked, looking up at him
lovingly.
"Definitely. Let's hit it," he said, and they showered together, dressed, ate
breakfast, and headed out the door at 7:50 A.M. sharp, leaving just enough
time to swing by the ATM before going to the office for what would surely be
the one of the most excruciating meetings of all time. They didn't usually go
to work together, but Scully had insisted on going with Walter, just to make
sure that he didn't actually enter the bank, and he sighed and gave in to her
pleading.....it meant too much to her to deny her just this once, he thought.
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Cradock Marine Bank
8:15 A.M.
Friday Morning
Skinner pulled his black FBI issue Ford up to the front of the bank, and
parked along the curb, leaving the engine running. He looked over at Scully,
and noting her unease, comforted her, "I'll be right back, Dana, I swear,
alright?" She seemed paler than she had been just moments before, but she
nodded, and as he opened the car door, she pulled him back and kissed him.
"Good god," Skinner exclaimed as he exited the car, smiling slightly at her
concern, wondering just what was going on in her beautiful little head this
morning. He shrugged it off, and was quite irate when he got to the cash
machine and saw it blinking with a message....Temporarily Out Of Order.
"Shit," he hissed, wondering if he should just walk into the bank, and
figuring that Scully would probably make a scene if he did so. He decided to
take the honest approach, and walked glumly back to the car, Scully watching
him intently.
She rolled the car window down as he approached, and quickly asked, "What's
wrong?"
Walter sighed, becoming slightly terse with her as he said, "The machine's
out of order, Dana. I have to go in, alright? I'll be RIGHT BACK, I promise."
"NO," Scully shouted at him, her eyes open wide, "No, Walter, you promised,
you can't go in." She jumped out of the still running car and into his arms,
slightly surprising Walter...they were mighty close to the office, and if any
other agents or supervisors were around....Walter pulled her away from him
quickly, noticing that she was teary-eyed....again.
"Dana," Walter growled, "you have to stop this nonsense - it was only a
dream, and I really have to...."
Scully cut him off in mid-sentence, "No, look....I'll go in, okay? In my
dream, it was you in trouble, not me. I'll go in, and you can just pay me
back later, okay? PLEASE, Walter." She was so insistent, so worried, so
goddamned adamant, Walter didn't see how he had much choice. Maybe she was
spending too much time around Mulder......
"Fine, Dana." He softened at her smile, the pleased look on her face...and
all he had to do was not go into the bank? "Whatever you say, Scully...you're
the boss....for a few more minutes, anyway," he chuckled, and she ran to the
bank door and went inside. Walter sighed heavily and got back into the car to
wait for her. He checked his watch....8:20 A.M. Oh well, he thought, the
FBI's UCR meeting could wait a few minutes to begin, and who knew, maybe
they'd still be on time after all.
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J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building
8:30 A.M.
Walter Skinner's Office
There was quite a bit of throat-clearing going on, as the Assistant Director
and one half of his prized X-Files team were still missing. Mulder checked
his watch, smiling slightly, having a pretty good idea of why the two of them
might be late. Even though it killed him in some ways, he was still happy
that Scully and Skinner had found each other, and he was dealing with it
pretty well, if he did say so himself. The MIB's around the conference table
that Kimberly had so painstakingly set up were restless, anxious to get on
with their annual review of the crime statistics around the country. The UCR
was due out the following month, and there was still plenty of working over
to be done on figures and graphs and charts...Mulder sighed as he
contemplated the task at hand, slightly irked that Skinner and Scully could
just take their sweet time and breeze on in.....and then he became a little
worried, because it really truly wasn't like either of them to be late, no
matter what the reason...and he had had the strangest, most horrible dream
last night, too....he shuddered as he recalled it, even in the light of day.
"Gentlemen," Mulder stated dryly, "allow me to check with Kimberly to see if
AD Skinner has checked in, or Agent Scully, for that matter. I know you are
all anxious to begin. I'll be back in a moment." Mulder stood and exited the
conference room, breathing a huge sigh of relief to be away from the wolves -
without the support of his two friends, he wasn't sure they wouldn't tear
him to ribbons over his precious X-Files.
Kimberly looked up as Mulder exited the office, questioning him, "Agent
Mulder, have you heard from AD Skinner? He's not in yet, and I'm a little
concerned...he is never late for meetings."
"I know, Kimberly, I was just coming to ask you the same thing, actually. I
haven't heard from Agent Scully, either, have you?" Mulder felt a slight
twinge of fear pricking at the back of his neck. Something was not right.
"No, nothing here. I'll try AD Skinner at home, and you can call Agent
Scully...maybe one of them had car trouble or something," Kimberly offered,
and Mulder dialled Scully's number....'the cellular customer you are trying
to reach is unavailable, please try your call again later'. Damn, thought
Mulder, she must have forgotten to turn it on this morning. There was no
answer at her apartment either, but he had already figured that much.
Kimberly had tried AD Skinner at home first, with no luck. As she dialed his
cell phone number, another line rang in, and she stopped to answer it. She
looked up at Mulder as she listened, the color leaving her face as she put
the phone back down in its cradle.
"What is it, Kimberly? Is AD Skinner okay?" Mulder was suddenly worried, sure
from the look on the woman's face that all was not well.
"That was AD Skinner, Agent Mulder. He wants you to cancel the meeting, and
get to the Cradock Marine Bank right away. There's a robbery underway, and it
seems that....Agent Scully is trapped inside as one of the hostages."
"Oh my God, Scully," Mulder said, running out of the office, tearing down the
hall to the elevator, pressing the button for all he was worth until the
doors swished open. He got in and rode impatiently down to the garage,
sprinted around the parked cars and out onto the street, closing the distance
between the FBI building and the bank in about 10 seconds flat.
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Cradock Marine Bank
8:45 A.M.
Lobby
Dana Katherine Scully had become an X-File. She was certain of this for two
reasons....first of all, she had just finished getting over the fact that
Walter Skinner was not dead, killed in a bank robbery as he had been in her
dream, and second, well, here she was on her stomach, on the marble floor of
the bank with her hands on her head, listening to a man she was pretty sure
had to be Bernard Oates raving on and on about Clinton and economics and the
finer points of building a bomb by hand.
She didn't have to look up to know that he was indeed wearing a bomb, a fact
that became apparent moments later as several of the other bank patrons
screamed when he pulled open his jacket, and surprise, surprise, surprise.
Shit, thought Scully, some tradeoff this is...Walter for me? Where's the
fucking justice in that, anyway?
And why, she wondered, could she remember everything about her dream, right
down to the last detail, and yet, here she was now living it? In Walter's
place because she hadn't wanted him to enter the goddamned bank? Okay, so
there were three reasons she was sure she was now an X-File. She sighed
deeply, not quite sure of what she should do, but knowing that she had to do
something. Fast.
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Outside Cradock Marine Bank
Corner across the street
9:00 A.M.
"AD Skinner, sir," Mulder gasped at Walter, finding him quickly by following
his booming authoritative voice, barking out orders at the various police and
SWAT officers, "where is she?"
"Agent Mulder, she's in there with that psychopath with the bomb," Walter
growled, the rage in his eyes very nearly frightening Mulder.
"Bomb, sir?" Mulder asked weakly, feeling as though his legs might go out
from under him at any moment, "Kimberly didn't mention anything about a bomb,
Skinner...I mean, sir."
"Yes, well, that's been an added bonus to this three ring circus....hold on a
minute...GODDAMMIT, GET THOSE MEN OUT OF THERE, NOW," Skinner screamed at the
officers trying to close in for a better look inside the bank, "sorry,
Mulder....these goddamn idiots...." he trailed off, and Mulder detected a
hint of fear in his voice, no matter how much he held up his cool exterior.
Skinner was all business, despite the fact that inside, his heart was leaping
into his throat with every passing beat. All he could think of was Scully,
and her dream, and how upset she had been, and how....all of this seemed to
be going according to how she had described it, and he could not, no, would
not allow it to have the same ending. Not while there was still breath in his
body, this asshole was not going to take Dana Katherine Scully away from him,
not like this.
"Sir," Mulder started again, anxious for whatever information Skinner had,
"Is she alright?"
"As far as we can tell, Agent Mulder," Skinner replied, exasperated, "she's
in there with the rest of them, and hasn't alerted him to the fact that she
is an FBI agent, and apart from the fact that he flashed the bomb at us,
everything appears to be alright... for the moment." Skinner felt a chill run
up and down his spine, not wanting to envision Scully pulling any heroics,
trying to take the whacko down on her own. He closed his eyes, and wondered
how he had handled it, in her dream. He prayed that she wouldn't try to act
it out, and patted Mulder on the back as an afterthought. "She'll be fine,
Mulder. The SWAT team is going to take this idiot down, and we should have
her out of there in just a little while." God, Skinner thought, I wish I
really believed the bullshit that I'm spewing...he can't possibly be buying
it....and when he looked back at Mulder, he knew that Fox was, beyond a
shadow of a doubt, not buying it.
"No offense, sir, but don't lay that shit on me, alright? Don't insult me
like that. Besides...I had a really weird dream last night....I can't really
remember it, but...." Skinner stiffened visibly at Mulder's mention of his
dream, and Mulder caught it. "What is it, sir?"
"Scully.......Dana had a dream last night, too." The color ran out of
Skinner's face, and Mulder braced in case he had to catch the burly AD in his
arms, should he suddenly collapse or something; even if that wasn't a typical
Walter Skinner move, this wasn't a typical situation, and Mulder was alarmed
by Skinner's reaction. "She didn't want me to go into the bank this
morning...she said she dreamt that I was killed in there...in a robbery...and
she insisted that I let her go in instead of me....SHIT," Skinner spat.
"Oh my God," Mulder said, "That's it...that was my dream too, sir. I remember
it now. It was a little too real, too....I mean, really real."
Skinner looked intensely at Mulder, and said quietly, "We have to get her out
of there. He's going to blow them up...he's going to....." Skinner refused to
finish the sentence, shaking his head violently, suddenly not interested in
what was going on with the officers and officials and goddamned rubberneckers
who had gathered. "Come on, we need to find the best sharpshooter the DC
police department has." Skinner and Mulder stormed around until they found
the Lieutenant in command, and explained their plan, with painstaking detail,
to get Scully and the rest of the hostages out of the building unharmed.
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Cradock Marine Bank
9:20 A.M.
Lobby
Bernard, if that was indeed his name, Scully thought to herself, was pacing
like a caged panther inside the bank. He walked back and forth in front of
the bank entrance, talking to himself, trying to coach himself through the
situation. He obviously hadn't planned on doing it this way, Scully figured,
and he was most definitely freaking out. He had only wanted to get his cash
and be on his way, and when the police showed up so quickly, he had been
trapped inside, his 'Plan B' a rather disturbing turn of events.
Scully had tired of waiting on the floor, and she cleared her throat and
called out to him. "Excuse me, is your name Bernard? Bernard Oates?" Scully
ventured.
He spun around, sweat pouring off his brow as he stormed over to her and
stood directly above her tiny figure. "How the fuck do you know my name,
bitch?"
Uh oh, Scully thought, perhaps that hadn't been the best route to take after
all. "Well, see, I had a dream last night...and you were in it," she said,
trying to show a little humor, most unappreciated by Mr. Oates at the moment,
"and well, I was just wondering." She tried to look up at him, and he kicked
her squarely in the shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain. The bastard
must have fractured something, goddamned steel toed boots.....
"You don't know me, Red," he said, "and after today, you won't be making any
new friends, so if I were you, I'd just shut the fuck up right now. Capiche?"
"Okay," Scully said weakly, pain shooting down her arm. She tried to move to
ease the discomfort, and Bernard pointed his gun at her, his hand shaking
badly.
"Don't you fucking move, do you hear me?" Bernard shouted at Scully, and she
winced from the sound of his voice, as much as from the pain in her shoulder.
"Look, I'm a doctor, and I think you may have dislocated something, and it
really hurts, alright? Can I please take my hands off my head?" Scully
gasped, hoping she hadn't pissed him off even further, but pretty certain
that she had.
"Don't move, Red," Bernard hissed, kicking her in the other shoulder, and
Scully cried out, pulling her hands down from her head......*BANG* he shot
her in the back, grinning wildly, "I told you not to move, bitch." Some of
the other people in the bank began to sob quietly, and Bernard began his
pacing again, leaving Scully in a rapidly growing pool of her own blood,
gasping for air, not able to get enough in to stay awake. Images of Walter
Skinner and Fox Mulder whirled in her mind, and she whispered, "Walter, I'm
so sorry," before everything went black.
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Outside Cradock Marine Bank
Corner across the street
9:45 A.M.
The sharpshooter was already in position when the shot rang out from inside
the bank. Mulder and Skinner both jumped at the sound, and it took all of
Skinner's rapidly decreasing iron control to not run into the building and
kill Bernard Oates with his bare hands. He had a horrible feeling, as though
part of him was...."SHIT," Skinner screamed, looking around wildly for the
Lieutenant, finding him, nearly grabbing him and shaking him to find out what
the hell had just happened.
"Lieutenant, who....who's been shot?" Skinner demanded, his voice already
betraying him.
"It hasn't been confirmed yet, Mr. Skinner....wait...." the officer pressed
the mike into his ear more closely, and he looked at Skinner and Mulder's
expressions, not wanting to convey the information, but doing so anyway. "It
was a female hostage....red hair.....trenchcoat," he said quietly, and
Skinner's legs went out from beneath him, Mulder helping him to the curb so
he could sit down with some semblance of dignity.
Skinner placed his face in his hands, knowing for certain what was going to
come next, and wondering why in the hell any of this was happening, anyway.
Mulder seated himself next to the AD, unable to speak due to the rapidly
growing lump in his throat, and put his arm around Skinner's shoulders.
Skinner shoved him away, and Mulder stood to watch as the scene unfolded.
With any luck, the son of a bitch would walk in front of the bank door just
one more time, and he'd be a sitting duck.....suddenly, the officers quieted,
and Mulder knew that the shooter had his target in sight.....it was only a
matter of seconds.
Skinner stood up again, pulling his wirerims off to wipe away the tears he'd
silently shed. He watched as the SWAT officer fired into the glass front door
of the bank, hitting Bernard Oates in the chest. The rest of the team began
to rush the building, and just when Mulder had begun to smile slightly,
knowing that now they could get Scully out, that she'd be okay, a huge
explosion rocked the entire block, he and Skinner nearly colliding as they
dove for cover, debris from the building and various automobiles that had
been parked too close raining down on top of them.
There was only silence, following the blast. Mulder was in shock, and sat up
on the concrete, unable to stand. His coordination was gone, and he sat and
shook, tears streaming down his dirt covered face. He looked directly at what
remained of the bank building, still half-expecting Scully to traipse on out,
any minute now. She couldn't be gone, there was just simply no way that she
would be taken from him like this. Skinner, he thought, oh God, where's
Skinner? He looked around frantically, and saw Skinner heading for the bank
entrance, despite the shouts of 'freeze' from local law enforcement.
Mulder found his voice and his legs, running after the AD, yelling at him to
stop, not to go in there....but Skinner disappeared into the building just
the same. Mulder stopped dead in his tracks, in a state of disbelief at the
sound that came out of the building a moment later. It sounded like
something, some really large animal, was in a great deal of pain. It was a
gut-wrenching roar, and it lasted for too many seconds......Mulder fell to
his knees, knowing that the sound he had just heard belonged to a man that
had just lost the most important thing in his life, and it just so happened
to be the most important thing in Mulder's life, too. He sobbed and sobbed,
covering his face with his hands, not caring that he was kneeling in glass
and concrete, cutting into his legs through his pants...he couldn't feel
anything physical anymore, only the hugest sense of loss he had felt in his
entire adult life, and when Skinner emerged from the bank, Mulder actually
passed out cold, the sight too intense for even him to take.
Skinner held Scully's broken body in his arms, her head hanging at an angle
that didn't even belong in horror films. Her arms and legs were bent in
different directions, and the mere fact that she was still in one piece was
amazing enough in itself, but he carried her out just the same. When he
reached the street, he fell to his knees, as Mulder had done, and cradled
Scully's body in his arms, rocking her gently as he cried to her, words that
she couldn't hear, but he had to tell her anyway. He screamed and cried, a
scene that no grown man should ever act out, let alone have to witness,
professing his and Mulder's love to her. He buried his face in her broken
body and wept as he had never wept before in his life, all the while rocking
her. When Mulder finally came around, he found the AD still cradling Scully,
his voice only a hoarse whisper, shaking his head back and forth, just
chanting the word, "No," over and over again. Mulder staggered to Skinner and
sank back down to the ground, wrapping his arms around Skinner and Scully,
weeping. Even the paramedics were crying at the scene in front of them, not
daring to remove Dana Scully from the arms of the two men who had loved her
most - and best.
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J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building
2:00 P.M.
Anonymous Conference Room
"Assistant Director Skinner," began the Deputy Director, "To begin, I would
like to convey my deepest sympathy to both you and Agent Mulder. I realize
that you were both very close to Agent Dana Scully, and I realize this must
be incredibly difficult for you." The Director stood at the head of the
massive conference table, addressing Skinner and Mulder, as well as several
other agents and higher-ups from the division.
You have no fucking clue, thought Skinner, his attention nowhere near the
room that they occupied at the moment. All he could think of was Dana
Scully...the beautiful, enigmatic, intelligent, sexy, and.........late........Dr.
Dana Scully - he still couldn't believe it.
Somehow, back at the bank, he had managed to finally let go of her body so
the paramedics could take her away. Mulder and he had both given their
statements, and walked side by side back to the Hoover building, not speaking
a word to one another as they walked.....Skinner replayed this all in his
head as the Director spoke.
"I am granting you both one week of leave, and do not wish to see you back in
the building until at least then," the Director continued, "and I suggest,
Agent Mulder, that you in particular might take some extra time on top of
that, given your closeness to Agent Scully."
Mulder sat shaking slightly in his seat, hands folded on the table in front
of him, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. He wished the Deputy
Director would go blow his smoke up someone else's ass, especially since he
had no clue of how truly wonderful Scully had really been. The Bureau never
paid attention, not unless it was to berate him and Scully for another
outrageous case...usually, one that the Bureau itself had ordered them to
investigate. Mulder wasn't really listening to anything the Director said,
but he recalled the words "paid leave" and "funeral arrangements", and it all
seemed so surreal to him; he simply nodded his head, replying from somewhere
far off, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Fine, sir." He wasn't even sure if he had
replied in the proper order, but he figured that should cover it. Was the
Director even done talking yet? He wondered.
As the Director finished his 'little speech', as Walter was calling it
internally, he remained seated next to Mulder as everyone else left the
conference room, not speaking until the last 'outsider' had left. He had no
idea where he had found the strength to not give in to his emotions, but he
had somehow managed to act as though he had simply - what a joke, he thought
- lost an agent. He sat through the meeting, teeth clenched, actually
pinching himself on the thigh as hard as he could the whole time, to give
himself anything else to think about but Dana. No one except Mulder knew that
he and Dana were an item, and he had to maintain the attitude of a leader, of
a man with an iron will, accepting the loss gracefully, as though Dana Scully
were just another agent under his command. Why would he be so personally
devastated at the loss of a field agent who, in all respects, faced that
danger every single day? His hands flew up to tear his wirerims off after the
room had emptied, and he flung them across the table, causing Mulder to jump.
"Fuck," Walter spat, his hands covering his face as he leaned forward,
resting his elbows on the massive wooden conference table, "I don't....I
can't...." he trailed off, his voice choking with emotion, and Mulder's tears
finally started to fall once again.
"Sir," Mulder said quietly, "I think you handled that very
well.......especially that comment about me being......closer to Scully." He
looked over at the large man next to him, his tears blurring the sight of
Skinner hunched over the table, and waited for a response.
"Mulder...." Skinner said, "I'm so very sorry, Mulder. God, I can't fucking
believe this is happening." He shook his head, as though that gesture might
negate all of the events of the day, and continued, as he gazed back at
Mulder, "Do you........I mean, would you like to.....talk, or......." what,
Skinner thought to himself, want to go out and grab a drink (or ten) and talk
about how fantastic she was? He stopped himself before he could finish his
sentence.
Mulder patted Skinner on the back, marvelling at being able to find the
strength to stand, replying, "Sir, I don't think that anything I would have
to say would be much help to either of us right now," he couldn't think of
anything else to say; what the Hell could he do to comfort Skinner, when he
was so far beyond that himself? "I'm just going to head home, sir. If you
need anything, you know where to reach me." Mulder turned to leave the room,
stopping to pick up Walter's glasses and gently toss them back to him, tears
still running down his cheeks, and Skinner stood to leave as well. What more
was there to say, anyway?
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J.Edgar Hoover FBI Building
Walter Skinner's Office
3:00 P.M.
Skinner had come back down to his office from the conference room, pale, his
nerves raw, a dull, heavy thudding behind his eyes. He thought that maybe, if
he just immersed himself in work like he always did, he could get through the
rest of the day. As he approached Kimberly's desk, he saw that she had been
crying as well, and she attempted a weak smile as he entered the reception
area, but it faded when she saw his face.
"Mr. Skinner," Kimberly began, her voice barely audible, "I am so sorry about
Agent Scully, sir. I know that she and Mulder were your finest team, and she
will be missed....." she stopped, seeing the AD with a look in his eyes that
she had never imagined him capable of - he was really, truly, lost - his
eyes, usually so intense and full of life, were dead, lifeless, nearly black
with his grief. It showed all too clearly, and it made her shiver.
"Thank you, Kim. Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off? I am going
to clean up some things in my office, and head out myself." She nodded at him
as he walked to his office, closing the door behind him. He walked slowly to
his desk and sat in his chair, still clad in his suit and black overcoat,
staring blankly at the stack of files in front of him. He recalled countless
meetings and bitch sessions, Scully seated across from him, arguing on
Mulder's behalf over some ungodly expense report, or the 'truth', or some
conspiracy or other. There would be no more of that now. Special Agent Dana
Katherine Scully was gone, and no amount of dealing with a certain Morley
smoking son-of-a-bitch was going to bring her back this time. Work was not
the answer, for once, and Walter knew it; being in his office simply reminded
him of her, and even though going home would be just as bad, at least there
wouldn't be anyone else around, and he could try to deal with his emotions in
private, just the way he preferred. He was, after all, the "iron man"; the
Vietnam vet who had lost his entire squad to snipers while he himself was
spared, the surly, burly, Assistant Director of the FBI, the man that
everyone came to if they wanted something done; nothing should break him.
Nothing, he thought, except for this. He hung his head and walked back out
into the reception area, Kimberly already gone, and shuffled toward the
elevator, his usual purposeful stride broken, just like his heart.
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Crystal City - Skinner's Apartment
6:00 P.M.
Friday Evening
Walter sat on the white leather couch in his apartment, his head thrown back
over the cushion, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had no idea what to do
with himself. He couldn't cry; he'd done enough of that today, and his eyes
and head...Hell, everything hurt. His goddamn soul hurt, at least, that's how
he figured it. He brought his hands up to his face and removed his wirerims,
letting them fall behind the sofa, rubbing his eyes to try to relieve the
dull ache behind them.
"Dana. My beautiful, sweet Dana. Oh my God," he said to no one. He stood up
and walked over to the bar, taking off his coat and dropping it to the floor
on his way. By the time he was pouring himself a drink, his suitcoat and tie
had joined his overcoat, and he unbuttoned the top 3 buttons of his shirt as
he downed the first glass of scotch. He poured another, as he leaned against
the bar, and drank it down as well. He stared at his reflection in the mirror
behind the bottles and crystal, thoughtfully pondering his image. Alone. That
was quite appropriate, and he smiled grimly at himself as he poured his third
scotch, sipping this one. Yep. Good old Walter S. Skinner. Assistant Director
extraordinaire. Fuck. He shook his head, images of his dying war time
comrades flooding his mind, him lying helpless and unable to help them as
they all died around him. And then, thoughts of Sharon, helpless in her
hospital bed, dying as he spoke to her, the only words of comfort he could
offer her still falling entirely short of what she deserved. And now,
finally, Scully. Gone, and him helpless to do anything about it. Life is so
beautiful, he thought, as he downed his drink and rolled the glass in his
hand, feeling the heavy weight of the crystal.
Walter's head buzzed slightly, but his headache was subsiding, for that much
at least he was thankful. He held the glass, trying to decide if he wanted
another drink, and then figured no, that wasn't going to fill up the
emptiness inside of him either. Nothing would now, and he'd be goddamned
lucky if anything ever did again. He glanced at himself in the mirror once
again, just before he pulled his arm back and hurled the empty glass at his
reflection, broken mirror and crystal shards raining down over the entire bar
and onto the floor. He felt just as tense as he had before the scotch, and he
dragged himself up the stairs to his bedroom, figuring that sleep might be
the only way to deal with the day's events....best not to deal with it at all.
Walter took off his shirt and peeled off the thin cotton undershirt beneath,
pulling it up over his head and throwing it to the floor.... no one to
impress now, right? He winced at his own thought, unzipping his trousers and
stepping out of them, then sitting on the bed to pull off his socks. He lay
back on the bed, clad only in his white briefs, and stared up at the ceiling.
He looked over to Dana's side of the bed, and saw a couple of fiery red
strands on her pillow. His bottom lip quivered slightly as he reached over to
touch them, picking up the red hairs and holding them in his hand, closing
his eyes against the tears that he refused to allow to fall. He clenched his
fists, and rolled over, burying his face in her pillow, the scent of her
lingering there. He lay like that for a long while, just breathing in her
aroma, shock washing over him again at the realization that she would never
be there, her little body next to his massive one, falling asleep with her in
his arms, or waking up to her smile, ever again. Exhausted and drained,
Walter tried to sleep; his only comfort had been ripped from his world, just
like everything else that had ever mattered in his life; he squeezed 'her'
pillow tighter to him and drifted off, not really caring if he woke up the
next morning or not.
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Crystal City - Skinner's Apartment
6:00 A.M.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* Alarm? What....I didn't set the fucking alarm, he
thought as he opened his eyes, wondering if maybe he was drunker than he
thought the night before, and as he rolled over to swat at the clock, his
breath caught in his throat.......it couldn't be.....there was no way.....and
yet, there she lay, her beautiful blue eyes only half open..."Walter, are you
going to kill that thing before I do?" Dana Scully smiled up at him, her arms
reaching up over her head in a massive morning stretch.
"Oh. Oh my. My God," Walter said, his deep brown eyes opened wide in
disbelief at the figure beside him. He reached over her and knocked the alarm
clock clean off the nightstand, his eyes never leaving her face. Her
beautiful face, pale creamy white skin, rosy lips, bright blue oceans in her
eyes.
"Walter, are you alright? You're white as a sheet," she said, reaching up to
touch his face, but he pulled away from her before she could touch him,
instead reaching down and yanking the covers off of her, scrambling onto all
fours and running his hands over her entire naked body, looking for any sign
of injury. There was none.
"Walter," Scully squealed, "what on earth are you doing?" She half-laughed,
half-yelled at him as he ran his hands up and down each of her legs, and her
torso, and her arms, and finally her neck, looking completely confused, and
totally confusing her.
"Dana, oh my GOD," he gasped, "you're......here!" He sat up and stared at
her, genuine shock and surprise in his eyes, and Scully couldn't help but
laugh at him, he looked so funny, sitting on the bed on his knees, completely
naked, his big brown eyes opened ridiculously wide.
"Walter, are you feeling okay?" She reached over and touched his forehead,
her warm palm against his face, and he closed his eyes, revelling in her
touch. He grabbed her hand with his, and ran it down the side of his face,
kissing her palm gently as he moved it to his lips.
"Dana, I have never been better in my whole entire life," he exclaimed, and
she arched an eyebrow at him, his amazement at her presence completely lost
upon her, "but.......what day is it?" He was still confused.
"Walter, what the....it's Friday, and where else would I be, other than here
with you," she asked him, "and just what the Hell is going on?" She couldn't
wait to hear this one, because Walter was acting quite strangely, and really,
it didn't make any sense at all...except...something was nagging at her,
tickling at the back of her mind....if she could just.......Walter
interrupted her train of thought.
"Dana, I had a dream...and you.....you were.....oh, never mind," he growled,
and he grabbed her in his arms and pulled her to him, causing her to stifle a
giggle as he thrust his tongue into her halfway opened mouth, not letting her
go until they were both gasping for air. He ran his hands into her hair,
grabbed fistfuls of it and just held her that way, her confused gaze melting
into something altogether different as he stared into her eyes, so intense....
Jesus, Dana thought, must've been some dream.....and then, suddenly, she
remembered....."Walter, what exactly did you dream?"
He stared at her for a moment, then began to relay the story, and her jaw
dropped at his description, causing him to stop just short of finishing his
explanation and ask her, "Dana, what's wrong? You....look like you've seen a
ghost..." Goddammit, why did THAT sound so familiar? Deja vu? Christ, he was
beginning to think like Mulder now.
"Walter, I had that same dream, only it was....well, didn't I tell you about
it yesterday? But, wait...when I woke up from that dream, it was
Friday...only, today is Friday...oh my God, Walter......" Scully stared at
him, his hands still gently grasping her hair, their eyes locked together,
trying to piece it all together.
"What..." Skinner began, and then he stopped, shaking his head in disbelief.
He distinctly remembered her telling him about her dream, about her fear of
him going to the bank, of him dying and her being so upset....but, how could
it be that now, he could remember that, as well as what his dream had been?
About his vivid memory of holding her broken body in his arms, and he
shuddered to recall it even now, even with her alive and well in his arms.
"I..." Scully started, and then she, too, stopped in mid-sentence, recalling
her own horror of losing him in her dream, her eyes never leaving his as he
sat in front of her now; and it was as though they had shared the dream, only
independently, each of them finding out what it might be like to lose the
other, in the most horrible way imaginable....."I love you," she blurted out.
Whoa, had she just said that out loud? The look on his face told her that she
had, and for a moment, she wasn't quite sure.......
"Dana Katherine Scully," Walter said, his face completely serious, "what did
you just say to me?" He took her face in his hands, his palms resting on
either side of her, and stared into her very soul, his heart feeling as
though it might explode clean out of his chest.
"I said, Walter Sergei Skinner, that I love you. Very much." She looked back
at him, her eyes searching his face, trying so intently to read him, and
still not quite sure what was going on in his head. She had started to
tremble slightly, surprised at her own words, really, because she had been
wanting to tell him for quite some time, and she just hadn't thought to say
it until just this very moment. Somehow, it just seemed.....right.
"Oh, Dana....I love you, too," Walter said, pulling her closer to him,
wrapping his large muscular arms around her, both of them still kneeling on
the bed, his erection digging into her stomach persistently. She wrapped her
arms around his chest, trembling with emotion as he held her, and she held
him, kissing his neck, then lifted her chin to find his lips, and locked onto
them with intense ferocity, which he immediately returned.
Walter pushed Dana gently back onto the bed, covering her small frame with
his massive body, placing one of his thighs between hers, rubbing his thick
long cock against her abdomen as he kissed her deeply and thoroughly with his
tongue and his lips, laving her mouth until he was sensuously drunk from the
taste of her. His hands roamed over her shoulders and found her breasts, her
nipples already erect and peaked as he traced a line down from her mouth with
his tongue. He murmured to her, told her how much he loved and adored her,
and never wanted to be without her, even if only in a dream.
Dana returned Walter's caresses, holding him tightly to her, and grinding her
hips invitingly against him, smiling warmly at the feel of his cock against
her, digging deliciously into her stomach, pulsing with his need for her. She
wrapped her legs around his waist, even as he continued to suckle her
nipples, using his teeth to drag tiny moans of pleasure from deep in her
throat, and she slid down under his golden tanned body, the dark brown fur on
his chest scraping pleasingly against her soft creamy skin as she slid lower,
positioning herself so that he could take her; she wanted him, badly, and she
told him so.
"Walter," Dana whispered, "I want to feel you inside me, all the way,
Walter... I have to have you, right now, don't make me wait any longer,
please," she moaned, rubbing her moist center against him, causing him to
moan in return, "I can't be without you any more....make love to me," she
moaned, and he didn't even need to guide himself into her, his cock knowing
exactly where its home was, and all too happy to go, sliding smoothly into
her, her hot wetness encircling him, making him gasp out loud on top of her.
"Oh, Dana," he hissed, his teeth clenched as he felt himself surrounded by
her; even though his body covered hers, he was totally inside of her, his
cock twitching as her muscles clenched him, "God, you feel so good....I
don't ever....want...to lose you....ever...." he punctuated each word with a
tiny but forceful thrust, and Dana squeezed him tighter with her legs,
pulling him into her as far as he could go, wrapping her arms around him so
hard that he grunted over her, digging her heels into the small of his back
and urging him deeper still.
She was so tight, so hot, so wet, he slid easily in and out of her, achingly
slowly at first, not wanting to leave her body, her warmth, her. He whispered
in her ear, nibbling at her as he did, telling her that he could never be
without her, never wanted to know what it would be like to not have her,
wanted her with his whole soul, and he actually got tears in his eyes as he
thrust into her deeply again, knowing that she was the one woman who ever
could have affected him so completely. He took her mouth again, urgently, his
hips moving back and forth, in and out, grinding into her, revelling in the
grunts and moans that escaped her, her blue eyes filled with a haze of lust
and want and love for him.
She clamped onto him, whispering back to him between her own moans of
pleasure, begging him to go faster, harder, yes, that's it, she told him, the
wiry hair at his groin scratching her clit, making her clench her teeth, so
close to coming already...the feel of his balls against her ass with each
stroke drove her mad, and her breath rasped in and out quickly, giving him
the signal to go ahead, not to hold anything back, and he didn't.
He grabbed her shoulders and dug his fingers in firmly, pushing her down as
he thrust up into her over and over again, his own name ringing in his ears
even as he cried out hers.......she grabbed his firm ass and pulled him into
her yet again, holding him inside her, locking him there with her hips and
the heels of her feet, bucking up against him as she came, releasing him so
he could pound into her one final time, his orgasm exploding into her with a
mighty roar from his own throat....a very loud, animalistic sound in the form
of her name. He shuddered into her several times, remembering the last such
sound he had made.....as though it were in a dream.
Walter lay, spent and ecstatic, sprawled across Scully, waiting until he
could get his breath back enough to roll gently off of her. When he felt
himself regaining some blood flow to his northern hemisphere, he removed
himself, rolling over and pulling Scully to him, holding her tightly in his
arms. She returned the embrace, and they lay together, whispering quietly to
one another, telling each other all of the things that they had been holding
in for so long, their feelings, their dreams, their hopes and fears, nuzzling
and kissing one another for each admission that was made.
"Dana, what time is it," Walter asked, and she made a rather large production
of dangling off the side of the bed to reach the clock, which still rested on
the floor. It read 9:08 A.M.
"Um, you don't want to know," she said, turning back to him, biting her
bottom lip, "didn't we have an 8:30 meeting this morning?" Just then,
Scully's cellphone trilled from her jacket, and she leapt from the bed to
answer it, "Scully," she said.
"Scully, where the Hell are you two," Mulder said, "you're late...the meeting
was cancelled half an hour ago." He sounded amused, more so than usual.
"Uh, yeah, Mulder, but we had to, uh...." Scully stuttered, and Mulder cut
her off, "Save it, Scully. Hey, you have to hear about this dream I had last
night.....you don't have to go to the bank today for any reason, do you?"
THE END
Final Note: Hey, you guys, Ivy and I were originally going to have Skinner
and Scully go into the bank and take Bernard out...unfortunately, due to the
news reports today of the situation in Colorado, I didn't feel up to creating
any more gunplay. Thank heavens for the X-Files and this outlet, so that we
have a little escape from this fucked up place called "the world". I know
that's a little heavy, but so is life, isn't it? Ciao. (NOW do you see why I
call myself Jvantheterrible???? Cynically yours, Jvan.)
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