Date: 14/15 Jan 1999



Title: Ray of Light: Sky Fits Heaven

Author: Laura Jacquez Valentine (laurav@stones.com)

Codes: M/Sk/Sc, M/Sk, Sk/Sc, M/Sc.

Spoilers: various, up to Fight The Future.

Rating: R for language & m/m sex. 

Summary: This is the seventh in a series of stories about 

the complicated relationship between Mulder, Skinner, and 

Scully.  Sky Fits Heaven takes place during Fight The Future (but most

of the action occurs before FTF...oh, hell, it'll be clear when

you read it).



In my own little X-Files universe, Diana is Mulder's ex-wife, which

explains the wedding ring in Travellers and Unusual Suspects.



Although the titles for the series come from

Madonna's _Ray of Light_, these aren't songfics. 

For the earlier stories in the series, see

http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/~jacquez/writing/fanfic.html



Feedback to jacquez+@andrew.cmu.edu or laurav@stones.com



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Excerpts from the journal of Walter S. Skinner



So I got tired of waiting.  Tired of sitting up until all hours hoping

one of them would knock on my door.  Tired of Dana's occasional

sympathetic touches on my wrist and of Fox's slow slide into insanity.



Well, not insanity, unless you think trying to restart a relationship

with the woman who walked on you years ago is insanity.  Which I

think it is.  Sharon and I were one thing--there wasn't even a

year of separation between us and she hadn't...well, whatever Diana

Fowley did to Fox when she left, Sharon didn't do it.  Dana may

have a reputation as an ice queen, but Fowley is one.  No matter

how open and friendly she appears.



So help me God, I was worried she'd weaseled her way into Fox's bed.  I

got territorial, as if having sex with someone made them property.  I

shouldn't have done what I did, but I had to listen to my heart.  Had to 

follow the road where it led me.



I went to his apartment.  He looked startled when he opened the door,

wearing boxers and an old t-shirt, but he let me in.  "Sir?"



"Walter."



He blushed.  "Can I get you something?"



"No, I'm fine."  I jiggled my hands slightly in the pockets of my trench 

coat.  "How are you?"



"Fine."  He shifted his weight and looked at me, confused and wary.

"Why are you here?"



I didn't get to be an AD by being at a loss for words.  "I wanted to

check on you."



He smirked.  "I bet.  You and Scully, I swear."  He turned and walked

across the room.  "Jealous, Walter?  Afraid Diana's going to trip

me?  Fuck you, and fuck Scully."  He looked at me again, a snarl

distorting that mouth.  "You don't own me."



I swallowed and looked at the floor.  "I care about you."



"That and seventy-five cents will--"



"I know, goddamit!  Don't you think I know, Mulder?  I'm allowed to

worry."  I moved closer to him, closer, until I invaded his space.

Until I was nearly brushing against him.  "She's dirtier than I

am, Fox.  She and Spender are in this deep.  I can feel it."



"She's not."



"Then she will be, soon.  She's here for a reason.  She's too close to

you and to the X-Files for there not to be a reason."



"She's here to help."



I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.  I heard the hiss of

air between my teeth when I exhaled.  "So am I.  You have to trust 

me, Mulder."



His expression softened.  "I do."  He raised a hand and laid it on my

chest.  We were so close that the back of it touched his own body, 

connected us.  A circuit completing.



I pulled him close to me and kissed him, feeling his mouth open beneath

mine, the rise of that deep runner's chest against me, smelling

his soap.  I tangled my hands in his hair and held him that way.  I

hadn't realized how much I'd missed this.



Yes, I had.  It was why I'd gone, wasn't it?  Jealousy and desire

brought me to him, as desperation brought him to me.  Ugly and

needful and the way we were, because we couldn't be the way we

wanted.  Even together, we were incomplete, needy, Dana's absence

almost painful.



He moaned against my mouth and tugged my coat over my shoulders.  I

helped him, left it lying on the floor.  Slid my hand inside his

boxers and felt his body shake against me.  Stumbled backwards

until we found the couch.



He didn't pull the touch-me-not routine this time.  He let me undress

him, let me scrape my teeth over his nipples and trail kisses down 

his body.  Let me take his cock in my mouth and gave in to what I

was doing.  I tried a trick I learned from Sharon: curling my

tongue as though I were trying to roll it, and sucking hard.



It works on him at least as well as it does on me.  He cried out and

thrust hard into my mouth, trembling in orgasm.



We fell asleep there, his naked body pressed tightly to my clothed one.

I stroked his hair until his breathing evened out, and then I let

myself drift into rest.



It was crazy.  I'd meant to wait.  For both of them.



But he just called me and told me he's heading to Antarctica to find

Dana, and would I mind having a rescue detail standing by?



And if I lose them, my only regret will be waiting for her.



Waiting will kill me.



But at least I followed my heart.



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The End of "Sky Fits Heaven".  Next story in the "Ray of Light" series

will be Shanti/Ashtangi.