A Beacon in the Night

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Title:	Beacon in the Night
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Editor(s):	Jo B
Date(s):	2005
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Medium:	print, online
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Genre:	slash
Fandom:	X-Files
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A Beacon in the Night is a slash X-Files anthology fanzine published in 2005. the fan fiction was written by members of the Mulder/Skinner fan fiction archive and forum A Beacon in the Night (archive). Both a print and online version was offered. Art by Sean Spencer.

The following are the publisher's summaries:[2]

• The Necessity Of Now by xof. "It was then, in the aftermath of offering . . . more, that Mulder found himself caught. Caught and held by the look on Skinner's face, and by the searching of the man's eyes – shining dark and bright, the both together - as the realization came. As the hunger found there took away the hesitance of convention, leaving them both open and more vulnerable than either had thought he would have dared be to the man before him."
• Odds and an Even by Maria Shugars. The door was opened by Assistant Director Skinner, who appeared to be alone in the office. The AD was dressed, as usual, in a snow-white shirt and a conservative tie. Only Mulder knew how totally unconventional the broad-shouldered man in front of him could be. He smiled slightly as he walked past him into the office.
• Comfort and Despair by Nikita. "Relax...you're wound up tighter than I am," came a soft, low voice near his ear. Mulder's hands began a slow, but firm massage, finding the knots of tension with sure, strong fingers. It was doing wonders, the tension easing gradually from his shoulders and neck until his head began to hang forward. Walter wondered somewhere in the back of his mind just where Mulder had learned to give such a good massage before snapping out of his stupor and straightening back into his chair. "Uh, thank you, agent. I'm fine." His voice was hoarse for some reason, but clear enough for Mulder to withdraw his hands and step away from him.
• Fault Lines by Nikita. "Look at it! Look at it!" Mulder was frantic; he'd never been so desperate in his life. If Skinner would just look up - he'd see it! But as he looked into Skinner's eyes, he knew it wouldn't happen - the other man was totally focused on him, ignoring the most dangerous thing in the room. Mulder felt his grip on his weapon loosen and finally drop from his numbed hand. It was useless. "Relax!" Skinner said urgently, "Stop struggling!" Mulder looked up over and saw that Pincus had returned to his human form, there was a slight, but noticeable glint to his eye - the whole thing had been a trap.
• 302 by East (translated by Ellen). Is he already tired of me? Am I nothing more than a roommate to him? Does he look at me and only sees a 302 that needs to be signed and nothing more? O.K. I will leave tomorrow ... but I'm taking his expensive wine collection with me. I'll make him regret ignoring me!
• Flight of Fancy by Sculder. After about an hour into their flight, Fox was growing restless. He glanced over at his lover who was asleep. Sleep was the farthest thing from his mind. He didn't want to disturb Walter by having to go past him to get to the aisle, so he just sat there trying to sleep. He closed his eyes but sleep wouldn't come. If he didn't get up and move around soon, he would scream. "Walter," he whispered, "Walter, I need to use the rest room." Walter opened one eye and peered at his lover. After sighing, he opened his seat belt and stood, so Fox could pass. "Thanks," Fox said, moving past and walked toward the restroom. Walter settled back into his seat and waited for Fox to return. When he came back to his seat, Walter noticed Fox had a grin on his face. "What are you grinning about?" "I had no idea the laboratories in first class were so big. They're much bigger than coach." "Yeah, so-- what's your point?" Walter asked, wondering what his lover was getting at. "Well, I read that file from cover to cover - twice. Now, I'm bored," Fox pouted. "And I ask again -- yeah, so, what's your point?" "Ya' ever heard of the Mile High Club, Walter?" Fox asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Walter gave him the ‘Are you out of your mind??’ expression.
• Red Roses by Jo B. Twenty minutes later, Skinner was parking in front of Mulder's apartment building. Climbing out of the car, he looked up at the familiar windows on the fourth floor. He paused. Something didn't feel right. A shiver of fear raced down his spine. Quickly checking his sidearm, Skinner glanced up at the windows again. While the other windows in the building reflected the light-blue sky there was no reflection at all on the glass of Mulder's unit. The A.D. hurried up the steps and through the doorway into the building.
• Santana, Naughty Touching and The Worst Dancers In The World by Goddess Michele “Walter.” Jim maneuvered himself between Skinner and Sandburg. Far more reserved than his partner, he still clapped a friendly hand on Walter’s shoulder, and Mulder again found himself wondering about the tactile nature of their friends. No small part of him wished that Skinner was a little more demonstrative, that he didn't have his own personal space so well defended, that they could find a way to be more touchy-feely—"
• Biogenesis Redux by Longdog. Walter Skinner, head in his hands, sat in one of the chairs outside Mulder’s hospital room. He had never felt so miserable in his life. Because of him, his best agent was apparently going insane. He had done as Krycek had demanded; handing the paper with the strange symbols to an unsuspecting Mulder. There had seemed to be no reaction at first, except perhaps a slightly distracted look that quickly disappeared from that handsome face. But the worst was yet to come. The look of loathing he had given Krycek when he handed him the videotape of the meeting should have dropped the man on the spot. Now, that loathing was directed at himself for what he had done to someone he was responsible for…that he cared for… that he loved.
• All Are Naked by Lyrica. Mulder raised his pistol a little higher and took a small step forward, out of the shadows. But stepping into the dim light couldn't illuminate the darkness that was eating him from the inside out. "I trusted you," he ground out, letting his anger power him, drive him. He tightened his grip on his weapon, steadied the trembling that was twitching at the muscles in his back, threatening to slide down into his arm, into view, where he would be vulnerable. Skinner merely straightened, that expressionless I've given you all I'm going to give you shield sliding down over his face. Mulder knew it too well, that remote, formal face. He knew it from all the other times Skinner hadn't been willing to trust him. Hadn't been willing to give anything of himself. Anger surged up in his throat, hot and acid and tasting worse than bile. He scrabbled in his jacket pocket, pulled out the flimsy 5x7 photograph taken from the surveillance film.
• Joined at the Soul 2 - Old and New by Diana Williams. When Walter Skinner accepted the transfer to D.C. five years after the case of the Sherman Stranger, he knew that he would see Fox Mulder again at some point. What he *didn't* expect was to find that his feelings for Mulder hadn't changed...but apparently Mulder's had.
• Skinner's Arms by EmGee. "Mulder will be moving out in a couple of months anyway." "Moving out? I thought..." Skinner let the sentence dangle unfinished. "I suppose that's what most people think. We thought it ourselves, too, for a while." "Mulder never said anything one way or the other. But all he talks about these days is you and William. I just assumed that you were... together." "We're not, at least not the way you mean," Scully said, and Skinner felt his world shift on its axis.
• Goldmine Road by Canaan Hale.