Author: Sue Title: 'Sir, What You've Done' Category: Skinner in 155 words. (Oops, it a bit more, sorry. . .It's Skinner, you know.) Rating: G Distribution: Anywhere's O.K. Spoiler: Triangle Summary: Was there ever any question whose side our favorite AD was on? Sir, What You've Done "Can you hear me?" "Mulder, is that you?" Dammit, I've got her, and she thinks it's Mulder. The closer I get to the elevators, the better I can hear her, but she's having no success distinguishing it's me. I've got her damn coordinates, now the hurdle's getting them to her. That look on her face when she left my office. With a look like that, how could she have possibly thought I *wouldn't* help? For her, I'd sell my soul gladly. Uh. . .too late. I already have, and the Janus of a buyer's waiting for me in my office, wreathed in stale smoke. "SCULLY!" I'm standing at the elevator with her erratic voice in my ear, and she still without a clue that it's me, not *Mulder.* My fist smashes into the shut two-leaved door, and, as though magically, its seemingly unyeilding seam splits. The agitated stormer into my office with her 'come hell or high water' bearing is revealed. My playing along, Scully, will save *all* our asses; Mulder's, mine, but most of all--yours. "Is that you?" Scully wheezes into the cell phone, looking at me in shock. "Is that you?" I bray back. I tumble into the elevator as the doors close. "I got it." Scully's face lights to an instensity she's never given me the privilege of seeing before this, as she swipes the crumpled chit from my hand and lunges at me with lips leading. "*Sir, what you've done*!" Her lips bang into mine. I swear, time stands still. Before I know what's hit me, and get to reciprocate, and I *do* want to reciprocate, the elevator doors fall away. Our chance tryst between floors is on display for shifty eyes that shouldn't see. I turn away to glare at her, then wink, and chew her ass out but good. She does her damnest to tamp down the special smile she'll save for me some other time. &&&===&&& End