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Walter-Watching by Xanthe, NC17
Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Skinner/Mulder
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xanthefic
Author's Website: Xanthe
Why this must be read: I love Xanthe. She gives good Skinner. I love how she explores the many aspects of the man, making him come alive for the reader. Oh, as if you haven't guessed from the title, this all revolves around Skinner.
Many Skinner stories that I adore tend to be angst-ridden. And I must admit, this story has its share. But what I like about is that it not as heavy as you would think, since this centers around a murder investigation in Skinner's hometown that involves someone close to him.
There is an undercurrent of fun and whimsy in this fic. This is encouraged by populating the fic with quirky, interesting characters (his family is a hoot!), and creating a backstory for Walter that is both hilarious and poignant. And while this is all happening, Fox Mulder is there; at first a confused, unwilling participant, but soon after, he becomes an involved observer. He sees his boss in a whole new light as he gets a peek into a Skinner that many in the FBI don't know, and he is fascinated.
He's a very private person, and I'm a subordinate, and I know that if it weren't for the fact that he needs me, he'd bundle me out of here right now before Irene embarrasses him by giving me the recipe for the cake. Or worse - gets out old baby photos of him! This gives me a malicious thought, and I look around the place until I see a framed photo on the piano. There's Irene and a tall man who must be Frank and, yes! There are two boys, one of whom, looking angelic with a full head of dark hair, must be A.D. Skinner himself, all dressed up in a bow tie and suit with a huge, gap-toothed smile on his face. Not a sight we see often these days, that big smile.
"My boys," Irene coos over my shoulder. "Wasn't he sweet?"
I nearly choke, and replace the photo on the piano, my eyes meeting his to find them displaying a studied blankness. There is just a faintest hint of a raised eyebrow, daring me to comment. Irene glances back at him, and winks at me like a co-conspirator in a plot to undermine, and generally embarrass her son.
And just like Mulder, we can't help but want to see and know more about Walter S. Skinner.
A whole lot more.
Walter-Watching
Pairing: Skinner/Mulder
Author on LJ:
xantheficAuthor's Website: Xanthe
Why this must be read: I love Xanthe. She gives good Skinner. I love how she explores the many aspects of the man, making him come alive for the reader. Oh, as if you haven't guessed from the title, this all revolves around Skinner.
Many Skinner stories that I adore tend to be angst-ridden. And I must admit, this story has its share. But what I like about is that it not as heavy as you would think, since this centers around a murder investigation in Skinner's hometown that involves someone close to him.
There is an undercurrent of fun and whimsy in this fic. This is encouraged by populating the fic with quirky, interesting characters (his family is a hoot!), and creating a backstory for Walter that is both hilarious and poignant. And while this is all happening, Fox Mulder is there; at first a confused, unwilling participant, but soon after, he becomes an involved observer. He sees his boss in a whole new light as he gets a peek into a Skinner that many in the FBI don't know, and he is fascinated.
He's a very private person, and I'm a subordinate, and I know that if it weren't for the fact that he needs me, he'd bundle me out of here right now before Irene embarrasses him by giving me the recipe for the cake. Or worse - gets out old baby photos of him! This gives me a malicious thought, and I look around the place until I see a framed photo on the piano. There's Irene and a tall man who must be Frank and, yes! There are two boys, one of whom, looking angelic with a full head of dark hair, must be A.D. Skinner himself, all dressed up in a bow tie and suit with a huge, gap-toothed smile on his face. Not a sight we see often these days, that big smile.
"My boys," Irene coos over my shoulder. "Wasn't he sweet?"
I nearly choke, and replace the photo on the piano, my eyes meeting his to find them displaying a studied blankness. There is just a faintest hint of a raised eyebrow, daring me to comment. Irene glances back at him, and winks at me like a co-conspirator in a plot to undermine, and generally embarrass her son.
And just like Mulder, we can't help but want to see and know more about Walter S. Skinner.
A whole lot more.
Walter-Watching