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A Glimpse Of Love Forever by Rev. Anna
Summary: "Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?" Julius Caesar, act III, scene 2. Walter/Sharon, pre-XF, Guilty Pleasure Challenge fic.
Happy new year everybody. Hurt/comfort of all kinds is my guilty pleasure and Walter/Sharon my favorite pair, so here's a mild one. Title: A Glimpse of Love Forever Author: Rev. Anna Send feedback to ataylorsweringen@yahoo.com Classification: VR Rating: G Spoilers: None Keywords: Skinner/Sharon, pre-X-file Disclaimer: Sharon and Walter Skinner belong to 1013 productions. Everyone else is mine. Summary: "Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?" Julius Caesar, act III, scene 2. June 30, 1977 I wish I were dead. Why did I think this was a good idea? What did I hope to accomplish? "Are you under the mistaken impression that marrying my daughter makes up for the fornication the two of you have been engaging in?" my father asks. It's obvious from the way Walter pauses before he responds that he has had quite enough of my father. Yet when he answers him there isn't a hint of contempt in his voice or a trace of derision in his words. His tone is respectful and measured. He unbuttons his jacket before answering simply and without rancor. "No." The ensuing silence is deafening. My father is glaring, nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge, but Walter is neither cowed nor impressed. He merely sits quietly and waits for the next salvo. He looks over at me and gives me a smile that makes me fall in love with him all over again. I sigh. My hero. I look over at my father and instantly lose the peace Walter's smile has just instilled in me. For pity's sake! What's wrong with me? I'm twenty-six years old, been living on my own and earning my own living since I was nineteen, haven't been home since my aunt's funeral in 1972 and yet back in my father's presence barely two hours and I'm reduced to some demoralized adolescent with no sense of self or self-worth. "Marriage will not restore Sharon's good name, sir," my father insists trying again to get a rise out of Walter. But he fails again. "I'm not marrying her to restore her reputation." "Well you should. You owe her that much," my father snaps. Walter doesn't answer. He just waits, unperturbed by the silence that is wringing me out like a wet dishtowel. I look at my mother now, sitting behind her husband, frightened, her hands nervously clasping and unclasping as if she were trying to wash them clean with some invisible soap. Quite unlike the woman she was three hours ago when it was just she, Walter and I. Full of convivial chatter, full of energy. "I'm a real Pearl Mesta," she said, as she plied us with assorted hors d'oeuvres. "I don't suppose you know who she was. Maybe I should have said Martha Stewart." "The hostess with the mostest on the ball," Walter sang, causing a delighted smile to appear on my mother's face. "Ethel Merman modeled her character from Call Me Madam on her, right?" "It was my favorite musical," my mother said offering Walter a glass of cranberry juice. That conversation seemed an eternity ago. A slice of heaven before my father's hell fire and brimstone began to rain down on us. Does Walter still want to be a part of my family? I look back to him for reassurance and find it. My father's voice breaks the silence. "So just why are you marrying her then?" "I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her." "Of course you love her. Why else do people marry if not for love?" I cringe at the nervous titter I hear in my mother's voice. She sounds so exasperatingly pathetic. But not to Walter. When he looks at her there isn't a glimmer of condescension or a trace of ridicule in his gaze. His voice is full of affection and he looks totally in love with her. "I'm afraid there are a lot of awful reasons why people get married, Mrs. Washaw. But you don't have to worry where Sharon and I are concerned. We're both very much in love." "Lillian," she says, basking in his attention. "Call me Lillian." "Lillian." He says her name with sincere delight. If I didn't know why I love Walter Skinner before today, I know why now. "The heat of lust is not love, young man, no matter how you dress it up or what you call it." My father then turns his withering stare on me. "And the bad habits of your youth won't go away overnight just because you put on a wedding band." Whatever inner calm Walter has to brave this storm is nowhere in me. "Why can't you just be happy for me?" I cry, totally beaten down by my father's disgusting and demeaning hectoring. "Happy for you? I'm ashamed for you. You're living in sin! Now you want me to accept the man who has corrupted you as a suitable mate. Marriage is no answer for this disgrace, Sharon. You must repent. Resist the devil and he will flee from you." "I can't listen to this anymore," I gasp, running from the room in tears. I hear my mother call my name but my father orders her to be quiet. I let the door slam behind me and don't stop running until I reach Walter's rental car. I slump down against it there in the drive, putting my head between my legs. I have to breathe through my mouth to get enough air in my lungs. I hear the front door open and look up to see Walter apologizing to my mother. "Lillian, I'm sorry I won't be able to meet your two sons and their families tomorrow. But I'm sure you can see it's impossible." "With God, all things are possible," she says as she holds onto him. I can hear the desperation in her voice. "Faith the size of a piece of a mustard seed can move mountains. All kinds of mountains." She looks back over her shoulder into the house where my father is. I watch Walter place his hands gently on her shoulders and turn her back to him. "I can see you have that mustard seed faith, Lillian. Pray that someday I develop that kind of faith too." He plants a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you for making me feel welcome." Then without another word he comes over, squats down in front of me and touches my hand. I burst into tears and throw my arms around his neck. "You were so wonderful in there," I sob. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I put you through this." "Don't pin the merit badge on me yet. Believe me, if you and your mother hadn't been present, a whole other scene would have played out between your father and I. It still may one day." "I don't know how you were able to do it." A wonderfully soft and loving gleam lights up his eye as he answers me. "It's easy when you're grateful. And I am." "Grateful? I don't understand." "You're the proof of their love," he says. "They may be out of touch with the love that created you, but I see it every time I look at you, touch you, hear your voice. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have you." "Oh Walter. I'll love you forever." "That's the plan, Stan." He helps me into the car and then gets in the driver's seat. There's a mischievous gleam in his eye and a deliciously wicked smile on his lips. "Now, how's about I take you back to our motel room and corrupt you some more with my hot lust-filled love making?" What a man! When comes such another? I have to laugh even though my heart is broken. I rest my head on his shoulder as he starts the car and we pull away. It'll take a lot to make me ever leave this man. These little glimpses into his heart and soul show me why I love him now and always will. End
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