X-Files ficlets for fandom_stocking (Scully/Skinner, Mulder/Scully)

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Written for fandom_stocking in December 2008.

written for aaronlisa: Not a Good Idea, Scully/Skinner

Sleeping with your boss was never a good idea. She should have learned that lesson long ago, but as she looked at the man sleeping next to her, that obviously wasn't the case.

Thinking about Skinner had started only a few months after she met him. Thinking, she had told herself, was completely okay and would not lead down *that* road again.

Dreaming of him had started only a few weeks afterwards and she would regularly wake up bathed in sweat and ready to take a cold shower. But they were only dreams, after all.

Thinking of him while touching herself was just a few tiny steps away. Again, it was harmless and it helped her relieve the tension after working on an X-File. Or after a meeting with the person those dreams were about. Harmless. Didn't mean it had to happen.

Waking up next to him one morning was something that did not fall under 'not good, but harmless'. But once was okay, wasn't it? She wouldn't have an affair with a superior again, would she?

Dana Scully wasn't stupid.

But waking up next to him more than once fell under 'you did not learn that lesson at all'.

And to be honest, she didn't even feel bad about it.



written for lilly_rose: Getting Close, Scully/Skinner

It was usually not considered good to get close to your subordinates. It only led to emotions that got in the way and then things ended badly. Walter Skinner knew that.

He also knew that he had already gotten much too close to her. To them, at first, but mostly to her, those past weeks and months. Dana Scully's abduction, her cancer... it had brought him closer to her, emotionally. Too close, as most would say. Inappropriate, they would call it.

He would agree with that assessment. This was inappropriate. Especially as 'this' was no longer him thinking about her after work or being nervous before meetings. 'This' was him sleeping with her. Well, once so far. And it hadn't been a drunken one-night stand, the kind where you could tell yourself it was a mistake and would never happen again. Oh no, there had been dinner and coffee at her place. Light and deep conversations. Kissing and staggering and the removal of clothes that hadn't been removed from another person in a long while - at least as far as he remembered. He knew she had a history of affairs with superiors.

The situation confused him. He did not like being confused.

Unfortunately, the morning after that night brought not much clarity to the issue - he had gotten dressed and left her place before her alarm rang. He probably woke her in the process, but she pretended to be asleep. There was no meeting with Scully and Mulder scheduled and as he dropped by their office he got greeted by a locked door.

He came home late, as usual. Usually, though, there was no one standing in front of his door waiting for him as he came home. Not since Sharon had left.

"Can I come in?" she asked him without greeting.

"Yes, of course." He searched his pockets for the key and let her go through the door first. He took her coat from her and offered her coffee, which she accepted.

He thought it was awkward, but he wasn't sure how to break the subject, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

"I trust you this will not change our professional relationship?"

It wasn't a question, yet he answered. "Of course not." At least, he hoped so.

"Good."

A moment of silence followed that seemed to last much longer, until he finally thought of words to say. "Do you have plans for tomorrow evening?"

"Yes, actually, I do," she answered.

So she wasn't interested in anything further after all. He could live with that.

"But I am free tonight," she added.

Maybe getting close wasn't as bad as they said. Maybe he should try.



written for dragon_within: Being There, Mulder/Scully

It had probably been a good idea not to start counting how often she had visited Mulder in the hospital by now. The number would be too high.

It always broke her heart to see him lying in a white bed surrounded by machines and with no one else to visit him. His work was all he had.

And her. He had her.

"I'm here," she whispered into his ears and he weakly opened his eyes. He could not speak yet, but he smiled at her.

It would be okay again. She was there to watch over him. She would always be there.