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-VI-

On Tuesday morning, when Skinner called Mulder's room to ask if he was ready for breakfast, there was no answer. He wasn't concerned, thinking that Mulder'd gotten an early start on his day. He turned on the television and was surprised to see the breaking news report on the taking into custody of the suspected Battersea ( Read more... )

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-III-

Skinner stretched his legs as much as possible, trying to get comfortable. A smile and a kind word plus the use of his FBI photo identification at the check-in desk had gotten him a complimentary upgrade to business class, but the window seat was still a little cramped for a man of his size. He was glad not to have had to ( Read more... )

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He fumbled for the phone in the dark, squinting at the large green numbers glowing faintly on the face of the bedside alarm. Finally he got hold of the receiver, stopping the annoyingly high-pitched ringing. "Skinner," he said, his voice thick with sleep.

"Walter?"

"Mulder?" He cleared his throat, rubbed his eyes and looked at the ( Read more... )

Originally published in (and now timed out from) the Beacon in the Night online fanzine where, I suspect, the only people who read it were my fellow contributors.

Skinner's Arms
by EmGee

-I-

"Agent Scully calling for you, sir."

"Thank you, Kim." Skinner picked up the phone. "Scully. Thanks for getting back to me."

"I assume, sir, that this ( Read more... )