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Someone I Trusted VI: Interlude *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-V, in which
Skinner and Scully holiday with his daughter. Mulder finds
out
about their affair.
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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, in which Scully
decides to try for a baby, after all
Someone I Trusted V: Sharon's Reprise, in which Skinner is
torn between his past and his future
Someone I Trusted VI: Interlude *NC17* 1/1
Deslea R. Judd
drjudd@primus.com.au drjudd@catholic.org
Copyright 1998
"I'm taking holidays, Mulder."
Mulder looked up in surprise. "You?" he asked. "You
never take time off."
Scully shrugged. "Well, I am now. I need a rest. And I
thought since Skinner is going on holidays, he won't be signing
off on any significant X File cases, so I wouldn't miss anything."
Mulder nodded slowly, one eyebrow raised. "I see."
Mulder did see, and he had seen for a while, something
which would no doubt have surprised Scully and Skinner
immensely. He had known ever since Skinner had been
accused of killing that prostitute.
In retrospect, he should have known earlier. Scully
being assigned to head something so mainstream and
prestigious as the search for the man who had made an attempt
on the life of the Assistant Director was just weird. After all,
they weren't exactly the Director's favourite people, either of
them. He had watched them closely since March, and he saw
what he should have seen sooner: they oozed steam. It was a
quiet, simmering sort of thing, but there was a definite heat
there he was amazed, on seeing it, he hadn't noticed before.
It had all started when he went over Skinner's
impounded car, looking for evidence which might clear him of
a subsequent attempt on his estranged wife's life. He had
studied every inch of the vehicle, Scully at his side. He had
automatically noted the two resident stickers on his
windshield. He'd moved on, then stopped short.
//Two?//
Scully ignored him, her attention on the scraped bumper.
He inspected the stickers again. One was blue and bore the
Bethesda logo. That was okay; Skinner's house was in
Bethesda. The other was purple, and read Annapolis S12.
//Annapolis Section 12.//
Annapolis Section 12 was only four streets in size, and
included the street in which Scully lived. He knew that because
he had tried to convince a friend who lived three blocks away
from Scully to give him a resident sticker, so that he could stop
getting booked whenever he spent a Saturday with her showing
her his latest sci-fi video finds. His friend had quite reasonably
suggested Mulder just park legally, since his parking sticker was
for Section 13, not Section 12.
But Skinner had a sticker. Why?
Mulder knew Skinner had moved out of the house he
had shared with Sharon in DC straight into the house in
Bethesda. And if Skinner were seeing someone in the normal
scheme of things Mulder should have found out about it in the
course of the investigation into the prostitute's murder.
Scully and Skinner?
//Nah.//
Although that might explain why she was so pissed
about the prostitute.
//Nah.//
Just the same, he'd been suspicious enough that when
Scully had lurched up, semi-conscious, to race after Skinner
after his innocence had been revealed, he had wondered. And
when Skinner had offered to drive her home so Mulder could
get on with the investigation, he had wondered some more. In
fact, he'd wondered enough to drive forty minutes out of his
way to her apartment early the next morning "to see how she
was." When Skinner had been there "just checking how she
was," too, he'd stopped wondering - except to speculate how
long it had been going on, and how much longer it would go
on before she told him.
Now, he realised, it was time. Kimberley had already let
it slip that Skinner was going to Switzerland to see his
daughter. If he was taking Scully along, then things were more
serious than he had thought.
He pointed to his chair, pacing nervously. "Take a seat,
Scully. I want to talk to you."
Scully looked at him quizzically, but complied. "What is
it, Mulder?"
Mulder passed a hand over his brow. "Look, Scully, this
is none of my business, and I know you're under no obligation
to discuss your private life, even with me. But I'm getting a
little tired of the charade, and I'm sure you're tired of lying."
Scully met his gaze steadily. "Indeed," she said
noncomittally.
He sat on the desk before her. "Scully, I know about you
and Skinner. I've known for a while now. I just wish you
hadn't felt you needed to hide it from me."
Scully bowed her head for a long moment, then took his
hands. "Mulder, things were rocky between Walter and I for a
while, and I'm a pretty private person at the best of times. Both
those things have something to do with why I never told you."
"But they aren't the real reason," Mulder replied. "Are
they?"
Scully met his gaze for a long moment, hesitated, then
shook her head. "No. The truth is, I didn't know how you'd
take it. Whether you'd be angry or threatened or distrustful or -
or jealous. I just didn't know. And I was afraid to find out."
She gave a rueful, apologetic little shrug.
Mulder gave a low laugh at that. "You're not afraid of
//anything//, Scully." He grinned wryly. "Truth is, I'm
jealous as all hell. But I'm fine." He leaned forward to kiss her
forehead. She favoured him with a gentle smile, which turned
to indulgent chagrin when he insisted, "Now, girl, you're going
to give me details! Lots of hot juicy ones!"
She laughed. She couldn't help it. "Not on your life,
Mulder."
He leaned in conspiratorially. "Have you ever done it on
his desk? Man, I have got to do that sometime in my life."
She shook her head. "It's overrated. It's cold and hard."
Mulder feigned horror. "Scully, you //haven't//!" He
considered a moment. "I //touch// that desk! Ewwwww!" He
shook his fingers as though to rid them of some unknown
contaminant.
Scully rolled her eyes. "Are you proud of the fact you've
not progressed beyond the age of twelve?"
Mulder's laughter receded. "No, but seriously, Scully,
what's he like?"
Scully inclined her head slightly. "He's very strong and
very dependable. And he's very giving."
"You love him?" he asked tentatively. At her look, he
added, "I won't crumple. I had thought...maybe we...but I'll
live."
"So did I once, Mulder," she admitted slowly. She could
give him that much. "Yes, I love him."
Mulder nodded slowly. "Are you going to Switzerland
with him?"
Scully nodded. "Yes. He wants to see how Susannah's
going - you know, after Sharon. He wants me to meet her -
//I// want to meet her."
"She knows about you?" Mulder asked.
"Yes. We've spoken on the telephone a few times. She's
a nice kid."
He looked at her with bemusement. "Things are pretty
serious, aren't they?"
Scully gave a shy smile. "Yeah...yeah, they are."
Mulder asked diffidently, "Are you happy?"
She smiled. It was a smile he had never seen before.
"Immensely."
"So Mulder knows?" Skinner asked, leaning back in his
seat as far as the cramped legroom would allow. Scully nodded.
"I wondered when that would happen. We really should have
told him."
Scully shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, we should," she
shrugged. "But he's okay." She took a sip of the rather
dreadful wine. It wasn't worth the price of their business-class
tickets.
"Not jealous?" he enquired, an eyebrow raised.
Scully shifted again, this time self-consciously. "A little.
But he doesn't seem heartbroken, just a little wistful. I think
he'll be fine."
They fell silent a while, Scully wondering just how true
that was. She suspected Mulder cared far more than he was
letting her know. But she also thought he would take this
fairly well. Now, if she ever left the X Files, and him, that
would be a different story. She was not so sure he would
survive the return to the abyss of loneliness in which she had
found him all those years ago.
But that went both ways, really. She couldn't imagine
ever leaving him. The idea of going back to a mainstream
position made her cringe. Sometimes she would be in the
cafeteria, listening to the Tom Coltons of the world rabbit on
about their petty little industrial fraud cases, and she felt like
screaming at them, //Don't you people realise there's more to
life than this?//
And the idea of being //partnered// with a Tom
Colton...now //that// was a thought to shudder at. Mulder
might be a bit like a puppy, alternating between despondency,
clinginess, and hyperactivity, but you could love a puppy.
She shook herself. She was on //holiday//, for
goodness' sake! She had to stop thinking about work - and
about Mulder. She was with her lover, and they were going to
one of the most beautiful countries on earth to see a daughter
she already knew was as special as Walter himself.
Susannah Skinner had not had an easy life. She had
been banished to Holy Trinity College in Zurich at the age of
seven to free Sharon to pursue her career in Congress. Sharon
herself had seen the girl just once a year, when she came home
for Christmas. Walter had travelled to Zurich each year to visit
the girl, but Sharon without fail elected to remain behind.
Walter had learned French and German so he could converse
with his daughter in her adopted languages; Sharon, who spoke
German fluently, insisted on speaking to the girl in English.
And when Susannah had been caught in a lesbian relationship
by her dorm mistress the previous year, Walter had flown out
to Switzerland within the week to comfort and help her.
Sharon had refused to allow her to return to the States lest she
cost her mother the family-values vote. Her mother's murder
three months before had left Susannah with a heavy burden of
anger and guilt which was rightfully Sharon's. When her
father had told her about his new relationship, Susannah, now
sixteen, had grasped the idea with desperate hope, as though
Scully might be the source of stability and affection Sharon had
so lacked. Scully hoped not to disappoint her.
Skinner watched her out of the corner of his eye, his
expression reflective. He wondered if he had ever loved
Sharon the way he loved Scully, but he doubted it. He had a
feeling this was the only woman there would ever be for him.
If, God forbid, things went wrong for them, there could be
others, he supposed; but none would ever capture him as she
had.
And that was why it had been important to bring her to
meet his daughter.
If he were truthful with himself, there was another
reason, too. He and Scully were trying for a baby, and he
needed to see for himself that she could be the mother he
wanted for his next child. Deep down, he knew she had the
necessary love and commitment; but his experience with
Sharon, who had tried to abort their daughter and who had
later been secretly sterilised, had made him very afraid to trust.
He needed to see with his own eyes.
Scully, suddenly aware of his scrutiny, looked up at him.
Not by nature a sentimental personality, she was not prone to
fits of romantic ardour. And yet when she looked at him, she
felt her world spinning, and everything in it falling into an
entirely new formation. He...//changed// her, somehow.
"Penny for your thoughts," he said softly.
Scully smiled faintly. "Not sure they're worth that
much," she murmured. "I was just thinking about you...about
us...Susannah...everything." She looked at him hopefully.
"Everything's going to be okay with her, isn't it?"
Skinner put her arm around her shoulders. "I hope so,
Scully.
"I hope so."
"Gymnasium?" Scully queried as they walked through
the main doors of the senior school at Holy Trinity College.
"Secondary school goes to age fifteen here," Skinner
explained. "After that it's college preparatory school - which is
called gymnasium." He turned to the secretary and said a little
laboriously, "Bonjour, madame. Je m'appelle Walter Skinner,
et voici Dana Scully. Je suis pere de Susannah Skinner.
Pouvons-nous la voir?"
The older woman nodded. "Oui, monsieur. Je l'aurai
envoyee vers le bas tout de suite."
"Merci beacoup." Skinner turned to Scully, translating,
"She'll have her sent down right away."
Scully looked up at him. "I'm nervous all of a sudden,
Walter."
He laughed at that. "You'll be fine, Dana. She's a lovely
girl."
There was a clatter of footsteps coming down the stairs,
and Scully turned towards the source. What she saw took her
breath away.
//Why, she's angelic!//
Tall, with long, coffee-coloured hair and very smooth
white features, Susannah was beautiful. She had almost Irish
good looks and a sweetly curving mouth, and suddenly Scully
saw what had drawn Skinner to her mother so many years
before. She was smiling in spite of her nervousness.
Susannah Skinner threw her arms around Walter.
"Daddy," she cried affectionately. Pulling away, she took both
of Scully's hands in hers. "And you're Dana?" Scully nodded
silently. Susannah hugged her impetuously, and Scully held
on to her for dear life.
Suddenly, she knew everything was going to be all right.
Holy Trinity College was an old, historically rich school
in the old part of Zurich, on the Limmat River. It was here that
Susannah led the two of them, showing them the sights with
gusto. They followed her with amusement at her youthful
exuberance, alongside growing exhaustion. At Rietburg
Museum, they declared enough; and Susannah reluctantly
consented to them sitting down for a long lunch.
It was over lunch that Scully learned the most about this
enigmatic creature. Susannah, after her humilating experience
of being sprung with her lover, Ingrid, the previous year, had
elected to remain at the school. She had been shunned by
many of her classmates for a time, although their attitudes had
thawed this year and she was once again popular. During her
period of being persona non grata, she had thrown herself into
her studies and discovered a great interest in criminology. She
was considering studying at the University of Lausanne, but she
also wanted to return to the States and live with her father, and
maybe join the Bureau. Skinner paled a little at that prospect,
but wisely didn't comment. Susannah missed Ingrid, who had
been removed from the school after the incident by her parents,
and they met for lunch from time to time; but other than that
she had no significant friendships. She didn't clarify whether
she and Ingrid were still involved, and Walter didn't ask.
Scully asked nervously how she was coping since
Sharon's death. Susannah, it transpired, was still fairly numb
about the whole thing. She told Scully that she supposed it
would hit her sooner or later; but it hadn't yet.
It was while Susannah was discussing the possibility of
returning home when she completed college preparatory
school that the subject of Scully and Skinner's plans was raised.
Walter took her hand, cutting her off mid-stream. "Susie," he
said, "by the time you finish school, Dana and I will be living
together."
Susannah's face fell, and Scully realised before Skinner
did that she had misunderstood. She thought Skinner meant
she couldn't live with them. She spoke quickly. "Susannah,
you're very welcome wherever we wind up living. When we
buy, we will be buying with the expectation that you'll be in the
picture. But you have a right to know what to expect before it
comes to that."
Susannah's face relaxed, and she smiled once more.
"Well, as long as we're taking requests, I'd like a spa, sauna, and
a full-sized pool, please," she said mischievously. Her laughter
faded, but the good humour in her voice remained. "As long
as we're on the subject, is there anything else I should expect?"
Skinner glanced at Scully, then spoke. "Honey, we
haven't really discussed marriage, but I suppose it will come,
unless Dana has some preference for living in sin," he added
with a grin.
Susannah smiled in kind, but replied, "That's not what I
meant, Daddy. I was really wondering whether there were kids
on the horizon."
Scully was taken aback. "Actually, Susannah, we have
been thinking along those lines - but how did you know?"
The teenager laughed. "I just guessed, Dana. You're both
at an age where childless people start to think about babies, and
you, Daddy, never had the chance to rear me, thanks to Mom.
That's all."
"And you don't mind?" Skinner asked cautiously.
Susannah looked puzzled. "Of course not. Hell, I'll even
babysit." She rose. "I think I'd like another drink. I'll be back."
They watched her go, and Scully gave a sigh of relief.
"That was easy," she said with surprise.
Skinner gave a small smile. "I thought it would be,
Scully. She's a great kid."
Scully nodded slowly. "Yes, she is," she replied softly.
He took her hands. "Scully, did you mean what you told
Susannah - that you would welcome her in our home? That it
would be her home if she wanted it?"
She favoured him with a sweet smile. "Yes, I did,
Walter. I always knew that loving you meant accepting your
daughter. I knew it was a package deal going in. I know how
Sharon hurt you both by keeping her away from you. I'm not
about to do the same."
A smile spread over his features, and he leaned forward
to kiss her.
Susannah cleared her throat. "Dad!" she reprimanded
with the scandalised voice of the very young at the thought of
their parents doing anything more daring than holding hands.
Skinner eyed her with chagrin. "I don't comment on
your love life, Daughter. Kindly return the favour."
"But we're in //public//!"
At this, Scully and Skinner struggled heroically against
the laughter, but failed. Susannah watched them indignantly
for a few moments, but their laughter was contagious, and she
joined them. And it was neither the beautiful buildings nor
the Limmat River which Scully would remember about that
day, but the three of them laughing convulsively over latte at a
grungy cafe. It was only late that night that she suddenly
worked out why.
They felt like a family.
Scully stared out the window at the Zurichsee. The water
was very blue tonight. It was summer here, and the
temperature was mild, around fifty degrees. She felt very
peaceful. She imagined she could hear the water rippling,
though that couldn't be the case. She pulled her white silk
wrap around her body, not because she was cold, but because it
felt so good against her naked flesh. Walter had given her this
before they left for Switzerland, and it was something so
luxurious, so soft, so utterly arousing that she felt swept up in
its caress. It was something she would never have
contemplated buying for herself.
//He// was behind her.
He always touched deep within her and made something
reach for him blindly, longingly. But every now and then, he
would be there, neither touching her nor betraying his presence
- and yet she would know, and he would take her breath away.
And now, she knew, he was there, and he was watching her,
and after a long, long moment, he would move forward and
sweep her hair off her neck, and kiss it, his breath on her, his
arms entwined around her waist...he would do it, he
//would//; but he would make her wait, and as she waited her
nipples would harden and she would become slick and ready,
and she would shudder as she tried to suppress moans of
longing, and how, //how// could he do this to her just by
standing silently behind her?
He watched her, mentally traced the fine, strong lines of
her neck and her back, the feathery aura of moonlight on the
periphery of her. The skin at her neck seemed silver in the dim
light, and her hair seemed to be of copper set aflame. The robe
fell in folds to the floor, its lines long and sleek from her
shoulderblades down. What was it about her that she could
stand there motionless, and he would feel his chest constrict
with something like reverence, and know, //know// that if he
didn't touch her, some part of him would die deep inside?
He touched her.
He reached out, and rested his hand on her shoulder.
She stiffened, her breath coming in shallow whispers, then
relaxed. He stood behind her, his body lightly touching hers.
She leaned back against him, her body moulding to his, her face
turned over her shoulder, towards him. Her moist lips, slightly
parted, glistened in the moonlight. "Walter," she breathed. He
leaned in to her, kissed her, his lips melding with hers; her
palm cradling his cheek.
With his finger on her chin, he guided her head to one
side. She complied, drugged with desire. He ran his fingers
through her hair, brushed it aside. He kissed behind her ear,
running the tip of his tongue over its curves, and worked his
way down to the nape of her neck, breathing her scent. He
wound his arms around her waist, and she put her hands over
his, linking fingers with him. She felt the throb in her belly
beneath the firm weight of his palms.
Dana shivered slightly, turning her body to face him.
This time, when she kissed him, it was urgent, longing. She
cupped his chin in her hands and drew him down to meet her,
pressing her body against his. Her slim palms traced the
smooth lines of his body, wondering as always at the strange
contrast between the hardness of his muscles and the softness
of his skin. She felt her body melding against his, matching
him in her desire. She shuddered under his fingertips as they
roamed over her body, dragging the silk over her curves.
"Dana," he said, his eyes dark and pursuasive, "let's go to
bed."
They made it across their suite in a tangle of limbs and
mouths, collapsing there with muffled laughter. But as Scully
looked down at the man beneath her, this man she loved as no
other, her laughter faded. As she straddled him, she gazed at
him solemnly for a long moment, then spoke, piercingly.
//"I love you, Walter."//
"I love you too, Dana," Skinner told her softly.
"No," she said, shaking her head, "I //really// love you."
"And I really love you, too, Dana." His voice had not
changed, but she knew he understood, and she kissed him
gently, insistently.
He sat up beneath her, bringing her with him. She clung
to his shoulders as her mouth searched his, as she felt his
hardness against her buttocks, and she moaned demandingly.
He dragged off her robe, throwing it aside heedlessly. She sat
there against him, bare flesh against flesh, but he barely noticed,
caught up in the eclipse of her gaze. His hand behind her head,
their gazes locked, he lowered her to the bed, his hips still
clasped against hers by her legs. She moved against him,
seeking him, seeking to be filled...to be whole. For had she ever
been whole before him?
Without thought or intent, he found her, entered her,
their eyes still locked on one another. And as he began to
move within her, he kissed her neck lightly, his lips barely
touching her. She gave a low sound, just one; and then turned
to face him. "Walter," she breathed.
They held one another's gaze in the dim moonlight for a
moment, and then her lips found his, her fingertips grazing the
impossibly smooth skin of his cheek. His hands moulded
themselves around her breasts, lightly caressing their pink tips.
He slid one hand down over the delicate curve of her stomach,
then her hip; the other cradling her head.
She flung back her head into the pillows as his mouth
found her throat, then the cleft between her breasts. He reached
up to stroke her hair, her cheek, his eyes full of the wonder and
the incredible love he felt for her; then he continued his
descent. His hand between them, he stroked her stomach and
the slight valley of her hips, his fingers brushing ever so
slightly the pale auburn tendrils at their heart.
He felt her palm on the back of his head, guiding him
gently towards her. She opened her arms to him, and he sank
down against her, his pace leisurely. He never felt a need to
hurry with her, but took delight in slowly and thoroughly
pleasing her. For long, long moments, there was only the
sound of her laboured breathing; and then she gave the
slightest sound of exquisite pleasure. She gave way to the
shuddering waves passing through her body. And yet it was
not her own pleasure which consumed her thoughts in that
most dizzying of moments, but him. She kissed him deeper,
her core finding his. And as he sank deeper and deeper into
her, one of his hands on her hip, the other cradling her head
against his, his fingers threaded through her hair; she felt,
rather than heard him say her name.
She broke the kiss, taking his face in her hands and
gazing at him in sudden wonder. Once in a while, usually
when they were together in this most intimate of ways, a
certain something would come into his voice - perhaps a slight
tremor; she wasn't sure - and she knew in those moments she
was seeing him raw, exposed. It was like touching the infinite.
She was never sure if he himself was aware of those moments,
but she loved him for them.
And because she knew no other way to express that
wonder, she leaned forward to kiss him once more with a
tenderness that knew no limits; and when he exploded inside
her, they barely noticed, because that kiss seemed so much
more important. And when it was over, and they lay in one
another's arms, Dana knew she could never love anyone else
this way, or this much.
She felt truly blessed.
"Scully, is that who I think it is?"
Scully followed the finger Skinner pointed before them,
then smiled indulgently. "Oh, for goodness' sake." She picked
up speed, striding swiftly through the arrivals area. "Mulder,"
she chastised goodnaturedly. "How did you know which flight
we were coming in on?"
Mulder kissed her cheek, then shook Skinner's hand
(which felt a bit silly after all they'd gone through together, but
he wasn't going to throw his arms around the man, was he?).
"Flashed my badge," he said simply. He glanced at Skinner's
mock-accusatory glare and corrected, "I'm sorry, abused my
statutory authority. Sir."
Skinner stifled a snort of amusement. "If this is about
an X File, Mulder, you can just forget it. We have three days of
leave left."
Mulder feigned hurt. "You accuse me of ulterior
motives? When all I wanted to do was welcome back into the
country my favourite friends?"
"We're you're //only// friends, Mulder," Scully pointed
out, not quite truthfully, but pretty close.
Mulder glared at her, but went on, "Now, since you
mention it, there //is// a little girl in Minnesota with strange
powers I wanted to talk to you about-"
Scully cut him off. "Go away til Monday, Mulder. I
don't want to know."
"But-"
"No," Scully said firmly.
"But she-"
"No," Scully and Skinner said firmly.
"Even if-"
"No!" Scully and Skinner cried.
Mulder opened his mouth to protest, but Skinner pre-
empted him. "Mulder, if this waits til Monday, will anyone
die?"
"Uh - no," Mulder replied.
"Will a government conspirator have time to escape
your clutches?"
"No, this isn't a conspiracy as far as I can tell, Sir," he
admitted.
"Will any evidence be destroyed or lost?"
"I doubt it, Sir," Mulder said in a small voice.
Skinner gave a smug grin. "Then - NO!"
Mulder pouted silently, and the couple started to walk
on. Scully turned back. "Well, aren't you coming?"
"Where?" he asked hopefully, rather like an abandoned
puppy who has found a gullible child to take him home.
"Dinner, Mulder," Scully said patiently, "you don't
think we're just leaving you here, do you? You'd be knocking
on our door at 2am to tell us the British Airways pilot is really
an alien flight engineer." His eyes lit up. "Don't even think it,
Mulder," she added warningly. He gave a goofy chagrined
smile, shrugged, and followed.
Scully would kick herself for that remark two years later,
when Mulder investigated a telepathic flight controller at the
very same airport. But for now, they left together, and she
knew that Mulder was going to be okay.
COMING SOON:
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: Monkey Babies, in which Scully turns to
"Mulder" for solace
Someone I Trusted XI: Ground Zero, in which Skinner deals for
Scully's life - and fertility
Someone I Trusted XII: Redux, in which Scully turns on
Skinner
Someone I Trusted XIII: Tergiversate, 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)