========================================================================== NOTICE: - Deslea's URL is now http://www.deslea.com or http://fiction.deslea.com. - Email address is now deslea@deslea.com. - May be archived by Scully/Skinner specialty archives only. This information supercedes all other information found in this file. ========================================================================== Someone I Trusted IV: The Apocryphal File *NC17* 1/1 Deslea R. Judd drjudd@primus.com.au/drjudd@catholic.org Copyright 1998 DISCLAIMER This work is based on The X Files, a creation of Chris Carter owned by him, Twentieth Century Fox, and Ten-Thirteen Productions. Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Kim Cooke, and Sharon Skinner remain the intellectual property of those parties and are used without their consent and without commercial gain. Susannah Skinner is my creation and may not be used elsewhere without my consent. Spoilers: One Breath, Blessing Way, Paper Clip, Piper Maru, Apocrypha, Avatar. Category: Story, Romance (Skinner/Scully). Rating: NC17 for sex. Summary: Sequel to Someone I Trusted I, II & III, in which Scully decides to try for a baby, after all Fan mail is always appreciated!!! My e-mail is drjudd@primus.com.au. Archivists, feel free to add this to your collections; but be sure to let me know. This and my other stories may be found at http://home.primus.com.au/drjudd (shameless plug). PREVIOUS TITLES: Someone I Trusted (The Blessing Way), in which Scully pulls a gun on Skinner...and surprises him Someone I Trusted II: The SSR File, in which Scully and Skinner discuss their coupling and try again Someone I Trusted III: Always, in which Scully and Skinner resume their affair and discuss children Someone I Trusted IV: The Apocryphal File *NC17* 1/1 Deslea R. Judd drjudd@primus.com.au/drjudd@catholic.org Copyright 1998 //"AD Skinner's been shot."// The words haunted her. It had been an hour and forty minutes since Kim Cooke's voice had uttered those chilling words down the telephone - not that Scully was counting, of course. She had bolted out the door and driven at roughly the speed of sound to the hospital. Just as she'd barged through the main entrance, flashing her badge at anyone who stood in her path, her cell phone rang. "Scully," she'd barked, pushing back the half-closed doors of the elevator and jabbing the requisite button hard enough to make her wince. "It's Kim Cooke again, Agent Scully. I'm helping the Director out - he wants to keep a close eye on this one. I gave him your name, so when you get there, you're in command of the investigation and of AD Skinner's personal security. I thought you'd want that." Scully gave a grateful sigh. "I've just arrived. Thank you, Kimberley, I appreciate that. More than you know." There was a pause in which Scully was sure Kimberley gave a knowing grin. "I think I have some idea, Dana. Do you want me to call Susannah for you?" Scully thought a moment. "No, Kim. That's something that should come from her mother, not either of us. Would you mind calling Sharon for me?" The elevator doors opened. Back at the Bureau, Kim passed a weary hand over her forehead for at least the fifteenth time since the news had broken. "Of course not. Give the AD my best when he wakes, will you?" Scully said gently, "Of course I will, Kim. Thanks." She rang off. Since then, Scully had been in bulldozer mode, throwing her weight around in an effort to get Skinner protected in the face of that patented civil servant lethargy she so hated. A fleeting moment of tenderness before he went into surgery had been her only respite. Now, she stood beside his head, ignoring the baleful glances of Agents Fuller and Caleca, who, like her, were in the theatre in scrubs, grudgingly obeying her command to guard him at all times. Agent Fuller looked a little ill. Didn't the stupid man realise guarding him didn't require him to watch the procedure? Caleca had the right idea, staring fixedly at some point over their heads. It was tempting to tell them to leave so she could touch him, but if she did that, she feared she would fall apart. As the commanding officer of the investigation, she could not allow that. So she stared at Fuller, almost daring him to bolt out the door and throw up. She frowned to herself, realising for the first time she was here not as a doctor, but as a lover. The whole time she had looked searchingly at his face. They could be cutting off his leg for all she knew of what they'd done thus far. Her brow creased at the sight of him, naked, without his glasses, without the rigid lines his face held when he was awake. She allowed herself a single fleeting touch of his face, then forced herself to watch as they sutured the incision. The surgeon acknowledged her for the first time since she'd flashed her badge and said, her voice leaving no room for argument, "Me and my agents are coming in to observe. Where can we scrub up?" "The bullet perforated Agent Skinner's small intestine, Dr Scully. The surgery went well. He should be fine." His tone was curt, and she knew she would feel the same towards someone who forced their way into her theatre. She didn't bother to correct him about Skinner's status in the Bureau. "Thank you. And thank you for alowing us to observe," she added, helping him to preserve some dignity among his staff. He gave a wry grin, nodded, "Thank //you//." She left, discarded her scrubs, and followed Skinner to his room. Fuller and Caleca did the same. She shut the door on them pointedly and sat down at his side. Her cell phone rang. "Scully," she said, opening the flip. The voice which greeted her had a thick hybrid European-American accent, and sounded very young. "Agent Scully? The lady at the FBI said you were looking after my dad." Scully sat bolt upright. "//Susannah?//" she asked. The teenaged girl sounded strangely pleased at Scully's recognition. "Yes," she said. "How is he?" "He has a perforated small intestine," she said automatically. Then, recognising the silence on the other end as bewilderment, she translated in a gentler voice, "It means he's going to feel absolutely rotten for a while, but he'll be fine. I was just in the OR - the operating room with him, and all his vital signs were good. They got the bullet out without any problems. There were lots of things that could have gone wrong, but they didn't for your father." There was relief in that young, high voice. "Thank God. How did it happen?" Scully thought a moment, mentally editing out the cryptic thing Skinner had told her as he went into surgery. "Some creep at a restaurant was hassling a waitress. Your father stood up for her, and the creep didn't like it much. It was a random thing," she lied. "Have you got him?" the girl demanded breathlessly. "We're working on it," Scully half-fibbed. There was a slight rustling, and Scully was certain Susannah was nodding on the other end. "I see. You know, this is typical of Dad." "What do you mean?" "Well, you know, standing up for some little waitress. Good guy, my Dad." Scully said in a strange voice, "Yes, he is." "I don't know him well. My mother-" some bitterness there "-sent me off to boarding school when I was seven years old. I've seen him twice a year since then eighteen times in total." "Is that where you're calling from now?" Scully asked, not sure how to respond to this. "Holy Trinity College, Zurich, Switzerland. Silly really - I'm the family's only practising Catholic, but my mom went here, and she didn't like having me around much. It's not easy to get into Congress when you're picking up after a kid. Dad would've liked me closer, but he didn't get much say. And now I'm not allowed back to the States at all." "Whyever not?" Scully asked, unable to help herself. There was a slight pause in which she wondered if she'd gone too far, but then Susannah replied, "Well, you see, I'm - well, I'm kinda into other girls. Mom doesn't want me around. I might cost her the family-values vote. And if Dad brings me home she'll pull the plug on access. He's already tried." Walter's daughter suddenly sounded very forlorn, and Scully's heart twisted with pain for them both, and great fury towards Sharon Skinner. "I'm sorry, Susannah," she said softly. "When you're of age, maybe-" Susannah laughed bitterly. "Yeah, when I'm of age. Listen, Miss Scully-" "Dana," Scully interrupted. "Dana. I've said too much, it must be the shock of all this. You didn't need all that. Will you tell my father I'm praying for him?" Scully nodded, then, remembering this child-woman couldn't see her, said, "Of course. Susannah-" she broke off. "What?" "Listen, you call me, now or later, if you need anything. Reverse the charges if you need to." Susannah's voice was suspicious. "Do you and my Dad have something going?" Scully's jaw dropped, but she recovered well. "That's a discussion you ought to have with your father, Susannah." There was a laugh on the other end. "Maybe I will, Dana. It's about time." Scully was puzzled. "About time for the discussion, or about time he was seeing someone?" Susannah just laughed, and rang off, leaving Scully to consider. The next two days were blur of activity as Scully raced to find the man who had shot Walter - and, she discovered, had killed her sister. In any case, Skinner was still in a haze of semi- delirium. Discussing anything personal was futile, even if she had had the time. Luis Cardinal proved an elusive target until he made a further attempt on Skinner's life. Shaking with terror for Walter, she had screamed at him, "Are you Luis Cardinal?" //Damn you, bastard, you took my sister and now you try to kill my love...eat this!// She had been seconds from shooting him when the police arrived. An excursion to North Dakota with Mulder and a brief inprisonment by the military had further delayed any real consideration of what she'd learned. But finally, after Kim Cooke had pulled some strings to remove them from the military compound where they had been detained, they flew home somewhat the worse for wear. Mulder dropped her back at the Bureau, where she collected the Mini. She made a beeline for Walter's house. "You need a shower," he complained, crinkling his nose when she arrived. It was hardly a lover-like greeting, but it was not undeserved. She moved past him. "They didn't offer me one at the prison. Thanks for helping Kim to get us out, by the way," she replied airily. "May I?" He nodded, pointing to the bathroom, and limped back to the lounge, closing the door behind him. Scully emerged ten minutes later, swamped by his bathrobe. "That's better," she said to no-one in particular. She sat down heavily next to Walter, and favoured him with a gentle kiss. "How are you feeling?" He shrugged. "I'd feel better if you'd stop getting yourselves under military arrest. I only have so many contacts." He smiled at her nonetheless. "I'm okay. I'll limp for a while, and I feel very stiff. But I'm fine." He pointed to the half-eaten pizza on the table. "Have some. It's vegetarian." "You knew I was coming?" she accused with good humour. He held up a hand. "Guilty as charged." They ate quietly for a while, him leaning, unusually, on her. Finally, he spoke. "What are you thinking, Dana? There's something on your mind." Scully nodded slowly. "I spoke to Susannah at some length just after you were shot. She sent her love and said she was praying for you." Skinner nodded. "She's very religious, my Susannah. That doesn't surprise me." He paused. "What else did she say?" Scully's brow furrowed. "I want you to understand, Walter, I didn't go prying. She was very upset and she spoke at random for a while. She told me some things that made some other things make sense." Skinner shook his head. "I don't have any secrets from you, Dana. At least none I object to you finding out. Tell me." He took her hands in his. "Well," she began, "the things we were talking about the morning you were shot - about you wanting another child - they started to make sense. I knew Susannah was in boarding school, but I didn't know she'd been there since she was seven years old - or that Sharon had her put there so she could revive her political career. I knew you weren't happy with the distance between you and Susannah but I didn't realise her distance was first and foremost Sharon's doing." She frowned. "I also didn't realise you'd tried to bring her home and Sharon had threatened to refuse access privileges." He gave a low sigh. "Susannah told you a lot." She nodded, went on hesitantly, "She also told me that she's a lesbian and her mother didn't want her home because she might lose her votes." Skinner nodded. "She's lesbian or bisexual - remember, she hasn't had enough exposure to boys at a girls boarding school to have formed any feelings about boys one way or the other. But she's definitely one of the two. It's not just boarding school conditions at work. This is different." He paused. "I always knew Sharon was not a good mother. She didn't relate well to Susannah and she didn't want the bother." He added in a low voice, "Susannah wasn't planned. You must never tell her this, but Sharon tried to abort her. It didn't work. I didn't know until she haemorraged at home. If it hadn't been for the baby I'd have divorced her then. I was furious." Scully made a small compassionate sound and touched his arm. "But I loved that child. And Sharon seemed to become resigned to having her. She didn't try it again. And after Susannah was born Sharon seemed to adjust, more or less. She wasn't a good mother, but she wasn't really a bad one either. She did her best. Things went on quite well. She got periodic invitations to return to politics, but until Susannah was three she refused. Finally she returned on a part-time basis. She led me to believe she was there out of interest only - that she had no serious political aspirations. It wasn't the aspirations I had objections to, it was their possible effect on Susannah." He leaned forward, winced, and took his drink. He downed the rest of his wine in one gulp. He leaned forward to replace it on the table, but Scully deftly took it and put it there for him. He gave her a grateful smile. He continued. "When she was seven, Sharon wanted to send her to boarding school. I have to say I wasn't in favour, but Sharon bulldozed me into it. After all, she was the main caregiver - who was I to argue anyway? You have to understand, Dana, I still loved Sharon, and I was proud of the way she'd turned things around and done her best for Susannah. You don't want to believe that the woman you love doesn't want, or doesn't love the child you made together. So I told myself that Sharon recognised she wasn't a good mother, and wanted to send her to the nuns who had raised her, because she believed they would do a better job. And I wondered whether maybe she was right, too. And when she ran for Congress the same year Susannah left, I told myself that it was because she needed something else to fill the void. Part of me knew that you don't walk straight into Congress preselection, that she must have planned it, but I still didn't want to believe." Scully nodded slowly, stroking his hand with hers. "I can understand that." Skinner's tone became bitter. "Things went on. I got more and more withdrawn from Sharon - partly for what she'd done and partly just because that was who, and where I was. Understand, I still loved her, but things were falling apart." "And then Susannah came out." He gave a wry grin. "Actually, she was outed. Her dorm mistress caught her and a senior girl together. We were told formally, but Susannah contacted us first to warn us. That was when we learned of her preferences. I went to Switzerland to talk to her, to understand her take on things, and to smooth things over at the school so she could stay if she wished. Sharon wasn't interested so long as Susannah stayed in Zurich, away from her voters. As it happened, the school was happy to keep her. She's a good student, and she had done the rounds of the school executive laying on guilt trips about the Catholic ethos of human dignity and forgiveness." Scully laughed outright at that. "Sharon would've been proud." He smiled broadly then. "Profoundly relieved is closer to the truth." His smile faded. "That was when I really had to accept Sharon just didn't care about Susannah anymore, if she ever had. I mean, what does a normal parent do when their child comes out? They care and support - either that or they throw them out, if they're homophobic. But either way, there's a significant reaction, a reaction that comes from loving your child. Even the ones who throw their kids out have usually loved them in some strange way and just been unable to handle the situation. But when I left for Zurich, I told Sharon I'd take care of Susannah. She said, 'I don't care what you do as long as you keep her away from my voters. You can send her to another school if they expel her.' This about her own daughter, who had just had the humiliating experience of being sprung having sex, whose lover had just been sent away from the school. She wasn't concerned or even angry. She just - didn't care." Scully was bewildered and profoundly angry. "I just - can't understand it, Walter. I can't understand it at all." He shook his head. "Me neither, Dana. It was the death knell for our marriage. I didn't want anything to do with her. She was the one who left me, but in a sense I left her first." He gave a confused look. "I don't know, Dana. Maybe she really doesn't know any better. She didn't have the most nurturing upbringing herself. And this happened in an age where men were not expected to do very much about raising their children beyond playing baseball with the boys. But I can't understand it, and I can't forgive it." She took his hands. "And - this wanting another child? Is it to do with Susannah?" Walter shrugged. "In a sense. I want to try again. I want to have a child who is really mine, who I can love and raise. I want a child who won't be driven away." Dana touched his arm. "But...you haven't give up on Susannah?" At this Walter's jaw became very firm. "No. Susannah I will always love, and I hope she'll return to Washington when she's of age. But Susannah raised herself." She nodded slowly. "I see." He frowned. "This doesn't change things, Dana. There's no hurry. I don't want you to have a child you aren't ready for. It would be Sharon all over again." Scully shook her head. "Even if it wasn't planned, even if I wasn't ready, it wouldn't be Sharon again, Walter. What she did to Susannah - to you - was wrong. And I promise you, if and when it happens for us, no matter what the circumstances, ready or not, I will not give either of you anything less than my love and commitment. And if and when we share a home, Susannah will always be welcome there." Deeply moved, he leaned forward, wincing slightly. He kissed her tenderly. "Thank you, Dana." He cradled her cheek in his palm, and she leant into it, her breath catching in her throat. "I love you." Scully reached for him, her hands on his neck, and drew him to her. She took his face between her hands and his forehead, his eyes, his cheek; then moved down to his neck. With tiny butterfly-kisses she worked her way up to his ear, gently sucking the lobe, and darting her tongue behind it. She ran the tip of her tongue delicately over the folds of his ear; he moaned softly, his breath on her neck assaulting her senses. She kissed him under his jaw, nuzzled his throat a moment, then moved up to kiss his lips. Barely touching them, she spoke, her lips moving temptingly beneath his. "I love you too, Walter. When you were shot-" "Don't," he interrupted. He closed his lips around hers. She lowered him very carefully into the lounge, supporting his back in a bid to protect him from pain. She ran a hand over the bandage she could feel through his shirt. "I don't want to hurt you." He smiled faintly. "It'll be all right if we're gentle." She beamed at him for that. Carefully, she unbuttoned his shirt and opened it. He started to pull his arms out, but she gently held them down. "No, Walter," she said, "no unnecessary movement." Much amused, he lay back and let her unbuckle his belt and fly, and gingerly pull his trousers and briefs off his body. "Stripping's so much more fun when we're both mobile," he teased. She smirked, trying unsuccessfully to hide her good humour. "Shut up or I'll handcuff you," she threatened. He stuck up a hand. "Yes please!" For that, he got a laughing kiss that obscured her from view as she slid his bathrobe off her shoulders. Straightening up, she knelt naked before him. "So," she teased, "do you ever think about us together - like this, I mean - at the office?" His mouth twitched. "I try not to. But I do get the odd flash of a fantasy, yes." "Such as?" she asked, running her fingertips over his shoulders and arms, then back up, and over his chest and stomach in little circles. He squirmed with delight. "Well...there's my desk...and the board table...and that patriotic option, making love on the American flag..." "The American flag, huh?" she repeated, nonchalantly moving her attention to his sides. She considered. "I like it." "And then there's the discovery option, where Kim walks in on us...and the orgy option, where she joins us." He struggled to refrain from moving...she'd just touched his most sensitive spot, sending shivery tingles radiating across his body. That earned hysterical laughter from Scully. "Kim? Oh, Lord, no...now Mulder, or maybe Agent Caleca..." "Agent Fuller...Agent Colton!" Skinner countered. Scully put her hand over her mouth as though to be sick, but collapsed laughing against him instead, catching her weight on her arms at the last second to protect him. She gazed into his eyes, suddenly quiet, and kissed him, just once, but with great tenderness. She leaned down and nuzzled the little dip at the base of his neck with kisses, then licked it and breathed on it, sending cold shivers down his spine, compensated by warmth in his groin. She kissed his shoulder, then nuzzled his underarm, licking delicately at the cleft between arm and torso. He gave a low, keening moan. With agonising slowness, she blazed a trail of fiery kisses to his nipples, first one, then the other, kissing and flicking and nipping them in turn. His hands drifted lazily over her back, through her hair, then down her arms, teasing and tickling with their gentle grazes over her skin. His hands slid between the two of them to cup her breasts, pressing them and rotating her nipples with quiet pleasure. She gasped, jerked away automatically with the surprise of sudden arousal, then moved forwards to meet him again. Her hair, damp and lush, fell to tease and tickle his stomach as she moved lower, towards that tight ache in his groin, sending spirals of pleasure to meet her there. She smiled up at him, and then, with tantalising slowness, she took him into her mouth. Just a taste, a little teasing lick, then a single, sweeping suck that engulfed him was all she allowed either of them; and then she rose back up to kiss him, sitting squarely behind his cock, throbbing against her own sex, glistening with need. He put his hands around her waist, running them down her spine and over her buttocks to cup them in a single sweeping stroke. She arched her back, flinging back her head with a ragged sigh. He brought his hands up to her neck, ran them down her body, over her breasts, brushing her nipples, down her sides and over her hips. He plunged them into the thatch of damp red curls searchingly. One hand found her clitoris and gently depressed and rotated it with the soft pads of his fingers; the other slid two fingers into her slick opening, searching for //that spot// just behind her pubic bone that made her yelp. She yelped, her breath coming in heaving gasps and ragged sighs. Shivering all over, she jerked back and forth on his fingers, teasing his cock with slick wet hair and flesh against it. She gave a long, low moan and shook as she came. He kept his fingers inside her as the shivers wound down. With a long, shuddering sigh she came to herself again, took his hands in hers, gently removed them from her warmth, and brought them to her mouth to kiss and suck them clean. She leaned down to kiss him, sharing her taste from herself to him. He lapped at her lips eagerly, his kiss long and lingering. Sitting up, she was still on top of him, straddling him, his cock between her legs just in front of her. She ground against him teasingly, smiling broadly. He had to laugh softly. The sound echoed in her ears like soft bells tinkling. She rose slightly and started to move back. He grabbed her wrist. "Dana." She stopped and looked at him. "What is it, Walter?" she breathed softly. A great conflict seemed to go on within him, and then he said, "In the plastic bag in the top of the box." Looking puzzled, she rose and went to one of the many unpacked boxes that lay on the floor. There was a plastic bag on it which proclaimed, "Prestons Road Pharmacy/Prestons Plaza". Digging through, she saw a prescription painkiller, some gauze and bandage supplies (she wondered with amusement whether he would have grounds to ask her to play Doctors and Nurses before the night was out), a boxed tube of toothpaste, and some condoms. //Condoms//. He was offering her the choice. But for her now, there was no choice. Not since she had spoken to that abandoned teenager on her cell phone. Resolutely, she walked back to the lounge and knelt over him once more. "Where-" he asked. She shook her head with a little Mona Lisa smile. "We don't need those, Walter." He smiled. Scully leaned forward and touched her mouth to his, her breath hot on him. He took her lips between his, his teeth grazing her searching tongue. Her body was over his, her weight carefully off his wounded stomach. Fortunately, this meant she was sitting firmly against his cock. He gave an aroused growl, his arms dragging her against him, her nipples scraping across his chest. She lifted her body, then took him into herself in one movement. Rather than thrusting, though, she simply ground herself against him, rotating her hips rhythmically. She leaned forward to kiss him once more, his warmth within her, her core alive with sensation. She felt a fine tingling that began inside her and spread across her stomach, her hips, down her legs. She felt simultaneously that she just //could not// take so much sensation, and conversely that if he took it away she would ache for it forever. She shook lightly, gripping him involuntarily, and rode him harder, deeper, her movements increasingly jerky. She plundered his mouth, vaguely felt him thrusting back, saw him wince, but realised even his pain was being channelled into their lovemaking. "Walter," she gasped between kisses, "I want you." She ground her warmth against him, feeling his length inside her. And then something let go, and the tingling was spreading and dissipating through her body. She came with a sob of release. His thrusts slowed, became deeper, and then he filled her. "You got me," he breathed distantly as he fell back on his back. "Always." They stayed that way a long moment, enjoying as always those minutes where he was one with her, not for the gratification of sex, but solely for the expression of love, of union. There was something particularly tender, she thought, about the softness of a man still inside a woman when his cock went down. She kissed him gently, then pulled away, afraid of hurting him. She sat down on the floor at his side, her head resting on the pillow next to his. Fingers entwined, they fell asleep. COMING SOON: Someone I Trusted V: Sharon's Reprise, in which Skinner is torn between his past and his future Someone I Trusted VI: Interlude, in which Susannah Skinner holidays with Scully and Skinner Someone I Trusted VII: Terma's Shadow, in which Scully answers Skinner's jealousy with a commitment Someone I Trusted VIII: Memento Mori, in which Scully and Skinner discover she cannot have children Someone I Trusted IX: Susannah, in which Susannah comforts her father and Scully Someone I Trusted X: Ground Zero, in which Skinner deals for Scully's life - and fertility Someone I Trusted XI: Monkey Babies, in which Scully turns to "Mulder" for solace Someone I Trusted XII: Redux, in which Scully turns on Skinner Someone I Trusted XIII: Redux Schmedux, in which Scully seeks Skinner's forgiveness Someone I Trusted XIV: Pendrell's Legacy, in which Mulder offers a solution BY THE SAME AUTHOR: Offspring (novel) On The Outside (long story, Offspring prequel) The Field Where My Love Died (vignette) The Field Where My Love Prevailed (vignette) Borderline (unfinished long story) Lyrics of the Heart (unfinished long story) Smokin' Maggie (unfinished long story, not yet available) Evolutions (unfinished novel, not yet available, Offspring sequel)