A Good Talking To
Our two agents are called into Skinner's office for a dressing down.
Xanthe
Beautiful Mulder
Okay, he's gorgeous, he's got sexy demons, he's a fanfic author's dream, but not everything's about Mulder. Right?
(BADFIC, Humor)
Daddy
*****WARNING*****
I can't stress strongly enough that this is a controversial story. There are scenes of male rape, child abuse, and a possibly shocking/disturbing element. Please do not read on if you're likely to find this distressing.
Mulder profiles a vicious rapist in a bid to stop him before he kills.
Doctor Doctor
This was written as a reponse to a challenge by Danni, to see how many crossover universes I could fit into one story. It's silly!
Identity Crisis
A Skinner on the brink of a nervous breakdown tries to convince M & S that there is more to his personality than he has been allowed to express.
Poker
Mulder is the prize in a poker game with a difference, and Skinner gets to wear a really nice leather outfit. Mulder suffers some gratuitous violence, and Skinner is in rescue mode.
Re: Writing An Episode Of The X Files
All the stars of the show want to write episodes of XF don't they? This is just some silliness written for friends that I thought I'd share.
Worst Nightmares
Skinner endures a painful ordeal to save Scully's life, and earns Mulder's respect in the process. This is a male bonding story.
Fatherhood 2002
It isn't easy being a sci-fi dad these days...
(Humour. Implied Angel/Mulder)
Hostage
What is the first thing you should do upon being released from a psychiatric ward after being held in restraints and menaced by monsters?
(SK/M)
A Question Of Trust
Scully rolled up her jacket and placed it under Mulder’s head. His breathing was coming in slow rasps and his face was covered in sweat.
"Am I dying?"
Future Perfect Part Two
For Lisby
Skinner paused, fighting for breath, his chest rising and falling in heaving gasps. He glanced up, searching the dark sky for his silent enemy. He heard a noise, saw the faintest glimmer of a light above, and somehow found the strength to change direction and run again, ignoring the sharp stabbing pain in his side.
Future Perfect Part One
For Lisby
Skinner paused, fighting for breath, his chest rising and falling in heaving gasps. He glanced up, searching the dark sky for his silent enemy. He heard a noise, saw the faintest glimmer of a light above, and somehow found the strength to change direction and run again, ignoring the sharp stabbing pain in his side.
Driftwood
Deputy Director Kersh’s ears were moving in time with his jaw as his mouth opened and closed in furious speech. Skinner gazed at the sight, transfixed. He had stopped listening some time ago – Kersh was always perpetually angry anyway. At least this time Skinner wasn’t the object of his ire – that misfortune belonged to Agent John Doggett, who was taking the unjustified chewing out much better than Skinner would have done in his position. Skinner had the strangest sense of deja vu. Today was the first anniversary of Mulder’s abduction.
(sk/M)
Denise
First, he emptied the contents of the bag onto the couch, then he sat down and examined the fruits of his shopping expedition. Panties - black silk, with fragile lace around the edges. Soft to the touch, luxurious and expensive - only the best would do.
(SK/M)
A Foreign Country
This story was written especially for Hal, for her birthday.
Mulder passed his lover a file in the office. Inside were two air tickets for England, for four days in January.
(Sk/M)
A Man Of Two Truths
This story was inspired by a conversation held on a rainy Saturday afternoon in Soho in the company of M Butterfly, Emma, Sergeeva, Wombat and Gaby. You've probably forgotten the conversation, but many thanks all the same, ladies!
(Krycek)
After
"The Guide says there'll be a storm before tomorrow morning. It's too much of a risk to start crossing the Deadlands before the storm. There's no shelter for miles. You're in a hurry?" Gatt asked. The big man's eyes flickered back to the fortune-teller once more.
(SK/M)
Amnesia
"So you don't remember anything?" The doctor asked, looking from one to
the other. They stared at each other, looking for a clue. Then both
shook their heads simultaneously.
"Nothing at all. What can you tell us?" The younger one asked eventually.
(SK/M)
Betrayal
MAJOR ANGST ALERT. There is virtually nothing light and fluffy about this one and barely a wisecrack in sight.
(SK/M)
Bittersweet
It was a freezing day - bright, and sunny, but bitterly cold. Skinner didn't feel the biting wind as he stood at the graveside, staring down at a sight more bleak than the climate - a hard, wooden coffin. Someone was crying, he wasn't sure who, as he stood, his arms by his side, gazing numbly at the casket. He didn't turn to look at the mourners behind him. None of them had as great a right to be here as he did, he was sure of that. He had taken his place at the head of the procession with pride. They couldn't deny him that, the way he'd been denied so much else...
(SK/M)
Good Boys Need Spanking Too
This story is for the Persuaders.
Mulder stretched lazily and rolled over onto his stomach, revelling in the feeling of space...
(SK/M)
Hair
"Walter…?"
"Hmm?"
"How old were you when you lost your hair?" Mulder balanced himself on one elbow, and gazed at his lover.
(SK/M)
Heroes And Demons
Looks like you’re out of luck." He gave a sinister little laugh, like a bad James Bond villain, then drew his arm back and punched his fist straight into Mulder’s stomach. A wave of nausea passed through the agent and he retched.
(SK/M)
House Arrest
This is pretty silly. I was in the mood for fluffy, and I've done a few 'first times', but not many 'in a relationship' stories.
(SK/M)
Human
Today they drag you from your cell and take you to the torture
room as usual. Their jaws are slick and hungry, secreting slime so
thick it trails over the floor, making you retch from the stink of
it. They rub their long, sharp, shining mandibles together with a
mocking, rasping sound, as if in anticipation of your pain.
(SK/K)
In The Bleak Midwinter
Skinner tramped wearily through the huge banks of snow, briefcase in one hand, the other hand outstretched to stop himself falling on the treacherously icy sidewalk. Large snowflakes danced around his head dizzyingly, spinning and twirling as if in time to some great unseen, cosmic orchestra. Skinner brushed several large mounds of slush from the back of his collar where they were making his neck wet, and half-walked, half-slid towards his apartment building, brooding on the fact that the concept of a white Christmas.
(SK/M)
Laundry
It was dark. He woke with a scream on his lips, and a vision of a face in his mind - a face that haunted him, and tore at his conscience. Dark, familiar eyes that should have been full of love, were instead consumed by hurt and hate, and the full force of that loathing was turned on him. He opened his mouth to scream, only to find that the words had been torn from him. His wordless scream turned into frenzied activity. He fought to be free, to return to where he belonged, his arms and legs scissoring desperately…
(SK/K)
Moonstruck
friend once told me that all my so-called "schmoop" was in fact angst, *disguised* as schmoop. She's right of course. So I set myself a challenge to see if I could produce some completely angst-free schmoop, and here's the result.
(SK/M)
November
The rider looked him up and down, and Fox flushed under the scrutiny. "What brings you to my lands?" The man in black asked finally.
(SK/M)
Once Upon A Time
"Let me tell you a story." The man moved into the light cast by the dying rays of the sun as they slanted through the open window. He was neither young nor old - an ageless man, silver wisps visible in his short, cropped dark hair. He had the soul of a child, but the eyes of one who has lived for an aeon and lost his heart somewhere along the way. "It's a fantastic story. A story of family and kin, of whole nations, of love and loss and betrayal. Yes, most of all it's a story of betrayal." He sat down on a chair and pulled it close to the couch where the other man sat.
(SK/M)
Puckering Up
This was written in response to a challenge to write a "first kiss"
scene between Mulder and Skinner, the way we'd like to see it onscreen,
in 300 words or under. I'm afraid I got a bit flippant. Mild Triangle
spoiler.
Queer As X Folk Or The Dallas Variant
Skinner watched that bullet take a lifetime to reach its destination. He went with it every inch of the way, his heart and soul embedded in that little morsel of lead. Someone was screaming, his voice hoarse and full of anguish
(SK/K)
Scarred
This is a birthday story written especially for Sergeeva - so it contains plenty of Walter-worship!
(SK/M)
Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot
He was so lost in thought, that he almost didn't notice the police cars and ambulances by the side of the road.
(SK/K)
Spellbound
After all that has happened to me, all that I have known, and seen, and discovered, it seems almost ironic that the answers, when at last I found them, came from within.
(SK/M)
Starchild
He was curled, like a fetus, his knees against his chest, his chin resting on his knees, his hands clutching his shins. He felt…content, flooded with a sensation of the most beautiful peace, more restful than anything he had ever known. His body was spinning in a sea of darkness, his heart beating in time to the tide, and keeping pace with something else…something stronger. If he concentrated he could hear a sound, like a drum, booming softly, steadily, with the most tremendous power.
(SK/M)
The Adversary Part 2
Please read the warnings on Part One. It gets even worse for Mulder in this chapter.
(SK/M)
The Adversary Part 1
A phone call informs me that Charles is on his way over. I’m a little
surprised because it’s been less than a week since his last visit, and
he’s usually a much more infrequent patron.
warning. This story features graphic scenes of non-consensual sex and torture. While you might well dislike the story, or my writing, please don’t email to complain about the subject matter but instead exercise your right not to read the story. I am not overstating the case. These are graphic scenes. I personally think that the scenes of psychological torture are worse than the physical abuse, but that is a matter for the individual.
(SK/M)
The Adversary Part 3
Please read the warnings on Part One. It doesn't get a whole lot better for Mulder in this chapter either.
(SK/M)
The Anniversary
I think I could sit and watch him for hours as the candle burns lower and lower, and the flickering flame illuminates the broad sweep of his jaw, and makes the charcoal depths of his eyes glow with an internal heat of their own.
(SK/M)
The Snowman
He's sitting by the window, one slender hand resting against the glass,
staring out at the snow. His empty coffee cup hangs from a languid
finger.
"A White Christmas," he laughs, showing white teeth. "Just like the ones we used to know."
(SK/M)
The Wall
It was a bitterly cold night. The man parked his car and got out, his breath clouding the air as he walked across the grass, frost crunching underfoot. He pulled his coat collar up around his neck to ward off the chill wind, but
despite the cold he didn't begrudge the fact that this particular anniversary fell in December.
(SK/M)
Virtuality
"Palm pilots?" Skinner advanced menacingly on his young lover. "Nanocytes?" He raised an inquiring eyebrow as they removed the headsets
(SK/K)
Walter Skinner\'s Day Off
“Mulder’s in jail. Again,” Skinner growled.
“Don’t tell me – breaking and entering. He’s been going on and on about a conspiracy at the DOD for days now,” Scully sighed.
(SK/M/K)
Walter Watching
When Skinner asks Mulder to accompany him on a case, Mulder finds out more than he'd bargained for about his boss.
(SK/M)
What If
This story was written especially for CD for her birthday.
Mulder watched as the man in the interrogation room began rocking back and forth, his one good arm crossed over his stomach. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his chin showed several days growth of beard, his clothes were ripped and dirty, and even from behind the two-way mirror, Mulder knew that their prisoner stank.
(SK/M)
When A Man Loves A Woman Parts 1 And 2
Walter Skinner was seated on his own, in his usual corner. There was a blank expression on his face as he gazed into space, his beer untouched in front of him.
(SK/M)
Worlds Child Book One Uncle Walter
I think everyone is familiar with every single detail of that apocalyptic day, ten years ago, when our old world came to an end and the new one began. Literally thousands of books have been written about it, countless documentaries have been made, and we have been bombarded with innumerable films and TV reconstructions – all detailing that day and the events leading up to it.
(William fic, Mulder/Skinner slash, MSR, Post Colonisation, Doggett/Reyes)
Worlds Child Book Two Father
Please See part 1
(William fic, Mulder/Skinner slash, MSR, Post Colonisation, Doggett/Reyes)
Worlds Child Book Three Saoshyant
Please see part 1
(William fic, Mulder/Skinner slash, MSR, Post Colonisation, Doggett/Reyes)
Worlds Child Book Four Mother
Please see details in part 1
(William fic, Mulder/Skinner slash, MSR, Post Colonisation, Doggett/Reyes)