You Can Go Home Again

by Xraycat





Category: Discipline

Rating: R language and violence

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter and Fox. They're not mine and I'm making nor profit.

Notes: This is a sequel to Hearts and Flowers. I received more mail from that story than all the others combined. Aunt Betsy makes her debut appearance, so relax.

Synopsis: Walter returns to his home town in an emergency. Fox and Dana soon follow.



'...the phone's ringing....' Walter woke slowly.

Work had been brutal this week. He's stopped on his way home for a six pack and Chinese take-out. Eating in front of the television, he'd finished the beer and fallen asleep in his chair. Now the apartment was dark and the phone was ringing.

Walter fumbled for the telephone on the end table, "Hello?" He tried to reach the table lamp but overbalanced and almost fell from his chair. He'd sit in the dark for now.

"Walter, were you sleeping?" A stern voice queried.

"Aunt Betsy? Yes, yes I was asleep, ma'am. What time is it?" Walter was completely alert now.

"It's two thirty here, so it must be about four thirty there. I didn't call to discuss the time, Walter," Aunt Betsy, was never one for small talk.

"I'm sure you didn't, ma'am. May I ask why you did call?" Walter hated his tone of voice. Not really a whine, but close enough. Why could she make him feel like a kid again? What was it about her that frightened him so?

"Your Mama's in the hospital, Walter. You should be here. Your father didn't want to call you," Aunt Betsy snorted, "She needs you Walter. It's you responsibility. Come home."

"Of course I'll come! What's wrong with Mama, Aunt Betsy? Is it serious?" Walter was moving around the darkened room in a flurry. Turning on lights, grabbing the phone book, all while making a mental list of things to do. He asked, "Is Mama going to be okay?"

"Walter, calm down. You're getting upset. That won't help your Mama. Make your flight arrangements and come home. I'll speak to you when you get to the hospital." Without waiting for his reply, Aunt Betsy hung up.

Walter considered throwing the telephone. He reconsidered and dialed the airline instead.

Walter called the office and left a message with the night shift operator giving his travel schedule and a message phone. Then he made the hardest call. The one he'd saved until last.

"Mulder. Is that you Scully?" the sleepy voice wondered.

"No, Fox. It's Walter. I'm going to be away for a few days. I thought I should let you know. Something's come up suddenly and my presence is required." Walter didn't want to explain. Sharing his life was a new experience for him. Fox and Dana were the closest thing to a family he'd had since Sharon had left. Old habits die hard. It was tough for Walter to open up, but he was trying.

"What's wrong, Walter? Is there something I can do?" Fox was concerned, "I can come over, if you need me."

"No. Thanks anyway, but I'm leaving for the airport, I've got to go home. To Iowa," Walter couldn't deal with Fox right now. He didn't want or need to be comforted. He just didn't have the time, he had too much to do.

Fox was insistent, "Give me a telephone number, at least, Walter. You know that Dana will kill me if I don't have a phone number," his voice faded periodically, as he searched for pen and paper.

Walter sighed, "You can leave a message on my parents' machine. I'll be at the hospital." Walter realized he'd said too much, "I've got to go. I'll call as soon as I'm able."

Walter shouldered his bag and headed to the lobby. He'd wait for the cab downstairs. That way he couldn't be here to answer Dana's call. She'd be angry, but she'd just have to get over it.



Dana answered the phone automatically, "Yeah, is that you Mulder?"

"Dana, wake up. This is important," Fox waited until he knew she was actually listening to him. "Walter just called. He's flying home to Iowa. He wouldn't give me any details, but someone's in the hospital. He left his parents' number in case we need to get in touch."

"I'm going to call him right now," Dana said quickly.

"I doubt he'll tell you any more than he told me," Fox responded. "When he slipped and mentioned the hospital he couldn't hang up fast enough."

"I'll get to the bottom of this," Dana sounded angry. "You sit tight and I'll call you right back," Dana hung up.

"I'll be here," Fox said to the buzzing in his ear.

Dana called Walter's apartment and got no answer. She called the Bureau. The night operator was more than happy to help. She listed Walter's trip itinerary including airline, flight time, and city of destination.

Dana thanked her and called Fox.

"Walter's mother has been hospitalized. Walter is leaving in less than an hour for Davenport. He told the Bureau operator that he would call Monday and let the office know when to expect him," Dana rattled the information, like she was dictating a case report.

"We don't have time to make that flight, Dana." Fox wanted to see Walter before he left. To tell Walter he was sorry Mrs. Skinner was ill, and to offer help. Fox was disappointed that he wouldn't have the chance.

"Yes, but I called a different airline, and they have a flight in two hours. We could be landing at the same time Walter is arriving at the hospital. What do you say, are you up for a road trip, Fox?" Dana's tone implied she already knew Fox's answer.

"Walter's really going to be mad," Fox responded quickly. "Will you promise to tell him it was your idea?"

Dana laughed, "I promise. Now get ready and come pick me up. I've made reservations, actually." She giggled again, "Stop and pick up something for breakfast, okay? Gotta go, I need to get in the shower. Hurry."

Fox smiled at the phone. It's funny how things change. Since he and Walter had come to an *understanding* Fox had straightened up considerably. Now, it seemed that Dana had decided to act first and think later.



Walter entered the hospital and went immediately to the information desk. "Yes, I need to locate a patient. Her name is Skinner, Rebecca Skinner."

With written directions in hand, Walter headed for the elevator. He tried to remain calm. Aunt Betsy hadn't told him anything, really. He knew he shouldn't assume the worst.

Rounding the corner, he saw his father, Aunt Betsy, and saw short man wearing a lab coat. They were talking quietly in the hallway. He approached slowly, with a sense of foreboding, "Dad, Aunt Betsy, I'm here. How's Mama?" Walter hugged his father tightly.

"Walter? What are you doing here, son?" His dad glanced at Betsy, "Did you call him, after I asked you not to?" Walter's father was a big man. He smiled at Walter, "Son, I'm sorry your aunt worried you. Your Mama's going to be fine." He hugged his son again, for reassurance. Glaring at his sister-in-law over Walter's shoulder, "Betsy, I'm not happy about this. Why couldn't you do as I asked? Look at him! He's scared to death!" The elder Skinner looked at Aunt Betsy knowingly, "Didn't you bother to tell him Becky was doing okay?"

Walter was amazed! He thought he was 'doing' calm and aloof quite well, but Dad could tell how frightened he really was. He released his embrace, self consciously. Jonas allowed him to pull away, but squeezed Walter's arms once before letting go completely.

Aunt Betsy gave the Skinner men a sour look, "Yes, I called him, Jonas. You weren't going to. The boy's got an obligation. His mother's in the hospital and he should be here. You and Becky always were too easy on him."

Elizabeth Klinger was Rebecca's spinster sister. She'd lived with the Skinners since Walter was a baby. She was demanding, quick tempered and didn't like children. She'd made Walter's life a living hell, when given the opportunity. As an adult, Walter was still frightened of her. Aunt Betsy could still push his buttons.

The man in the lab coat beat a hasty retreat. He didn't want to be involved in any family disputes.

Walter watched him scurry away, then turned back to his father, "What's wrong with Mama, any way? Can I see her?"

Jonas Skinner relaxed, "Your Mama fell last evening. She broke her ankle. The doctor had to take her to surgery to fix it. She's being dismissed this afternoon. There was no reason to bother you son, but I sure am glad you're here." He slapped his son on the back lightly, "Your Mama's still asleep. You can see her as soon as she wakes up."

Aunt Betsy sniffed, "Hmm! Someone needs to stay with Becky. She shouldn't wake up all alone. I guess that'll be my job." She turned toward the closed door, "Why don't the two of you go get coffee. I'll tend to business."

Jonas shot a vicious grin at Walter, "I can't think of anyone Becky would rather wake up to, Bets. Since you're willing, Walter and I will accept your offer. We'll be in the cafeteria if you need us for anything." He slung his arm around Walter's shoulders and headed him toward the elevators, whispering, "If you laugh son, I'll smack you!"

"I'm trying, really!" Walter mumbled, while biting his lip, "Keep walking and don't look at me."



Jonas and Walter stepped from the elevator into the lobby just as Fox and Dana were entering the building.

"Look Fox! There's Walter. That must be his father with him. Come on," Dana was already heading toward the bank of elevators.

"Walter!" Dana called while walking rapidly toward the two men.

They turned when they heard her.

"Dana? Fox? What are the two of you doing here?" Walter looked surprised, "How did you find out where I was so quickly?"

"Fox called and said you were flying home and would be at a hospital..." Dana shrugged, "I called your apartment and got no answer. I called the Bureau in case you'd left a message ... and well... here we are!" She smiled brightly at Walter. "Is this your father?" Reaching for the older man's hand, "Hi, I'm Dana Scully and this is Fox Mulder. We work with Walter."

"Forgive me, this is my father Jonas Skinner. Dad these two 'snoops' are Fox and Dana," Walter completed the introduction and glared at Fox.

It was Fox's turn to shrug. He tipped his head toward Dana, "I told her you'd be angry. She insisted that we come. So, how's your mother?"

Jonas chuckled. "We were just going for coffee. Why don't you join us? We can discuss all of this in the cafeteria." He offered Dana his arm and escorted her down the hall.

Walter and Fox had no choice but to follow.



Once they were seated Jonas explained the situation. He finished with, "Walter? Why don't you go back upstairs and visit with your mother? I'll take Fox and Dana out to the house and get them settled in."

"Dad, Fox and Dana won't be staying." Walter was staring pointedly at his wayward employees, "They can fly back to D.C. this afternoon. That way, they'll have the rest of the weekend to take care of 'their own' problems."

Fox and Dana had the good grace not to comment.

Jonas sat back in his chair, "Nonsense, they'll stay. There's plenty of room. Your Mama's going to need a lot of help for a couple of days. Aunt Betsy and I can take care of her. You can show these kids around town. It will give you a chance to catch up with some of your old friends."

Walter offered no argument.

Fox turned his head and hid a smile. If Jonas could command this kind of respect and obedience from Walter, Fox wasn't risking his displeasure.

Dana, always the diplomat suggested, "Mr. Skinner? Why don't we drive you in the rental car. That way, Walter will have your vehicle to bring his mother and Aunt Betsy home." She gave her boss a dazzling smile, "Unless, you want us to leave the rental? It's a four door. It might be easier for your mother to get in and out of."

Jonas returned her smile, "That's a pretty good idea, actually. We were in a hurry last night. I brought Becky in the farm truck." Turning to his son, "If you keep the car, your Mama can lay in the back seat and keep her leg up. She'll be much more comfortable."

"Fine. Whatever you think is best, Dad." Walter had resigned himself to the fact that he would be spending the weekend with Fox *and* Aunt Betsy. Could his life get any worse?



Jonas gave them a guided tour on the drive to the farm. He pointed out the elementary school that Walter had attended. He had Fox laughing hysterically by telling them a story:

One night Walter and his buddy Lesley Roberts tried climbing into the bedroom window at an 'girls only' pajama party. It was well after midnight and the boys thought the coast was clear. They'd shimmied up a tree and were trying to convince the girls to let them in. Just as one brave girl raised the window, the tree limb broke. Leslie fell and Walter was left hanging from the window sill. The mother came running into the bedroom and started beating at Walter with her slipper. The father had gone outside and turned on the hose, spraying Walter until he finally dropped. Lesley, who had not been hurt, ran away. Unrecognized, Walter never told anyone who was with him that night, but Jonas knew.

"Those two were thicker than thieves when they were young," Jonas smiled. "Most of the time they were no trouble at all, but when they decided to raise hell? The whole county knew about it!"

The farm was lovely. The house was nearly one hundred years old. A large two-story, painted white. Clapboard shutters, with flower boxes at the bedroom windows. A huge screened porch with a table and chairs.

Dana was excited, "What a beautiful house! I bet Walter loved growing up here."

Jonas didn't answer. He started unloading their bags from the bed of the pickup, "Better get you settled in and start some dinner. Walter will be home with Becky soon. It would be really nice if Betsy doesn't need to do anything but look after her sister." He unlocked the door and led them inside, "I don't know how much Walter's told you about his Aunt Betsy, but she's not one to make angry." Jonas shook his head and said no more on the subject.



Walter was sitting at his mother's bedside. He held her hand and brushed her hair back from her face. Rebecca Skinner was a small woman. Delicate. Dark hair and eyes. Porcelain complexion. She looked frail and tiny in the hospital bed. Walter swallowed hard, and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

"Let your Mama rest, Walter," Aunt Betsy's acid tone made him shiver. "You just sit quietly and don't bother her. You can go out into the hall if you can't behave yourself."

Betsy was Becky's opposite. She was tall, big boned, and sturdy. She had large strong hands. Hard features with permanent frown lines on her forehead and around her mouth.

"I wasn't bothering her, ma'am," Walter replied in a hushed tone. "I kissed her. I've not seen Mama in over six months. I doubt she'd mind."

"Don't get fresh with me! I still know a thing or two about keeping you in line. If I have to, I'll... " Aunt Betsy's lecture was interrupted.

"That won't be necessary, Aunt Betsy. I'll sit quietly." Walter leaned back in his chair and sighed, "How did Mama fall?"

"She slipped on the porch steps." Betsy was fussing with the bed sheets, tucking and smoothing, "She's lucky she didn't break her neck instead of her ankle. She'd gone out to feed the calves," Betsy sniffed. "Your Dad couldn't be bothered, I guess."

Rebecca stirred, "Walter? Did I hear Walter?"

"Shh...Yes Mama, I'm here. Just rest now," Walter stroked her face.

"Walter? Who called you? Dad and I decided not to bother you... Bets?" Rebecca turned her head, looking for her sister, "Did you call Walter? Jonas will be angry."

Betsy smiled, "Becky, relax. Jonas knows Walter is here. Everything's just fine. You rest. I'm sorry Walter woke you. I'll send him out of the room, so you can sleep." She took Walter's arm firmly, "Out into the hall with you, Walter. I warned you, didn't I?"

Becky objected, "No, Betsy. Let him stay. He's not bothering me. Would you do me a favor? Ask the nurse if I may have something to drink. I'm dying of thirst. Thank you, Betsy." Becky took Walter's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Before Betsy left the room, "Walter? When I come back, your Mama better be sleeping! I'm very angry that you woke her. I better not have to tell you again!" She pulled the door closed behind her. Her heels beat a sharp tattoo down the tiled hallway.

Becky smiled at her son, "Walter, I'm so happy to see you. Did Betsy call you?"

Walter nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The strain and worry of the last few hours, plus Aunt Betsy's scolding had him ready to weep. Walter wasn't about to cry in front of his mother. It would upset her terribly, as well as make Aunt Betsy furious with him!

"I'm so sorry. Did she frighten you terribly?"

Walter nodded again.

Becky fussed, "She's always had a mean streak, even when we were children. Try not to let her bother you." She touched Walter's cheek, "I'd have broken my leg sooner, if I knew you'd be here when I woke up!" Becky laughed, "I'd better go to sleep. We don't want Betsy angry, now do we?"

Walter shook his head, and placed his hand over his mother's, holding it against his face.

Becky closed her eyes, just as the door opened.

Walter was smiling easily. "I think she's finally dozed off," he whispered. He placed Becky's hand tenderly on top of the blanket.

"Walter Skinner, I suggest you get yourself out into the hallway, before you end up in any more trouble," Betsy hissed. "Don't think you'll get by with anything just because your Mama's hurt. I won't stand for it."

Rather than argue, Walter walked silently into the hall. Betsy had always treated him badly, but Walter did his best to hide it from his parents.

A young nurse approached, "Mr. Skinner? The doctor's orders state that your mother can leave whenever she's ready. If she's awake, I'll check her cast and help her get dressed. Why don't you go get your car? I'll bring her down to the lobby in a wheelchair, okay?"

Walter smiled, "That sounds just fine, thank you. I'll pull into the circle drive and wait for you there." He went directly to the elevators. He'd let the nurse explain to Aunt Betsy.



Walter glanced in the rear-view mirror, "Mama, how are you doing? Are you comfortable?"

Before Becky could answer, Betsy interrupted, "You pay attention to your driving, Walter. I'll see to your Mama." She turned to the back seat, where her sister reclined. Becky's casted leg was supported by Walter's carry on bag. "Do you need anything, Beck?"

"I'm fine, Bets. Don't worry about me," Becky replied wearily. "Walter? I'm perfectly comfortable, thank you," she added for spite. Sometimes Betsy overstepped the boundaries. Walter was not *her* son. Becky didn't need to say anything too direct, Betsy usually got the message.

Betsy groused under her breath, but did not challenge her sister.

Walter smiled at his mother in the rear-view mirror.



Jonas heard the car coming up the drive, "We'd better go out and help Walter get his Mama into the house."

They stepped out onto the porch, just as Walter was climbing out of the car. "Dad, we made it. Dana, I've got Mama's medicines here. Would you mind taking a look at what the doctor prescribed?"

Betsy looked the agents over, "Walter? You brought company? What were you thinking, boy?" Her eyes narrowed as she glanced from Walter to Fox to Dana. "Jonas, I don't believe you invited company to stay with Becky laid up. You don't have any better sense than Walter." Betsy placed her hands on her hips.

Jonas spoke quietly, so everyone was forced to listened closely, "Elizabeth! Not another word. These young people work with Walter. When they found out that his Mama was in the hospital, they flew out here *on their own* to offer help. Dana is a doctor, by the way." He proceeded to the car. Lifting his wife in his arms, as easily as if she were a child, "They're welcome in my house. I'll take Becky upstairs. Walter, your room's ready. Go wash up and get settled in, son. Glad you're home. Dinner will be ready soon." He carried his wife into the house.

Fox hurried over to the car, "Walter can I help you carry something inside?" He stood close to Walter, showing his support and loyalty.

Dana joined them, "If you'll give me the medicines, I'll go check on your mother. Make sure she's resting comfortably." She placed her hand on Walter's back, "We'll help you take good care of her. Won't we Fox?"

"You bet," Fox grabbed Walter's bag from the back seat and headed for the house. He turned, "I've set the table and made a pitcher of iced tea, if anyone's thirsty."

Once again, Walter was unable to speak. He could only nod at Dana, willing her to understand.

She smiled warmly. "Get the rest of your mother's things and come inside," she said softly.

Betsy Klinger was shocked speechless, maybe for the first time in her life! 'I'm not going to stand for this, Walter Skinner! You and I are going to have a little talk later.' Betsy stood and watched Walter walk into the house without offering to help her up the stairs. 'You'll remember your manners, I'll see to that!'



Dana knocked on the bedroom door, "May I come in?" She smiled as she peeked into the room, "I'm Dana Scully. I work with Walter at the Bureau, Mrs. Skinner. I'm also a doctor. Walter sent me up with your medicines."

"It's certainly nice to meet you, Dana. I'm Becky. It makes me happy to know that Walter has such good friends," she patted the bed beside her and smiled. "Sit and visit with me. Fill me in on all the things Walter wouldn't dare tell his Mama."

Dana sat gently on the bed. Grinning impishly, "Well, what would you like to hear first?"

They laughed easily.

Jonas slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.



That evening Walter took Becky a dinner tray and sat with her while she ate. She picked at her food, barely able to stay awake, "Walter, I'm sorry, but I'm just so sleepy. Why don't you take those nice kids into town and enjoy yourselves tonight. Your Dad and Aunt Betsy were up all night with me. They'll want to turn in early, too." Becky yawned hugely, "There's no reason for you to sit around the house when you can be out with your friends. Now, mind your Mama. Go and have some fun." She swatted his leg lightly, giving him a mock frown, "Shoo! Let an old woman get some sleep!"

Walter kissed her, "Good night, old woman. I love you." He turned out the light and closed the door behind him.

Coming down the stairs he called, "Fox? Dana? Do you feel like going into town?" He walked into the living room. "Mama's sleeping, I would think Dad and Aunt Betsy are tired, too." He looked at his father, who nodded gratefully, "Why don't we go out for a little while so they can get to bed early?"

Aunt Betsy exploded, "Why in the world would you think we'd go to bed early? Someone's got to look after Becky! Sometimes Walter, I think you don't have the sense God gave a goose!"

Dana jumped in with, "Miss Klinger! I'm sure that Becky will sleep through the night without any problems. The effects of the anesthesia haven't completely worn off. I also sent one of her pain pills up on the dinner tray with Walter. There's no reason to sit up with her."

Jonas added, "I'll be in the same bed with Becky. If she needs anything, I'll know it. These kids don't need to sit around here all night. They should go to town. As a matter of fact, whether Walter admits it or not, I bet his Mama made the suggestion." Jonas looked at his son closely, "Didn't she?"

Walter smiled, "There's no fooling you, Dad. It was her idea, and I think it's a good one."

Betsy stared holes through Walter's back but didn't speak.

Dana and Fox followed Walter back upstairs to get ready.

While Walter was changing clothes he replayed the day's events. He smiled, astounded by Fox and Dana's arrival. Why would they do something so nice for him? He'd punished Fox several times now, yet Fox had sacrificed his weekend for Walter. Without knowing whether Walter would even be willing to accept his help.



Jonas suggested they drive the truck, since it had a full tank of gas. Walter agreed, and the three of them piled in the cab, squeezing Dana in the middle. Minutes after leaving the farm Walter cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with what he needed to say, "I want to thank you both for coming. I don't know... I appreciate it... "

"Walter, you don't have to say anything," Dana interjected. "Friends help one another." She shot him the *look*, "We should be angry with you."

Walter stared at her, stunned.

Dana continued, in a lighter tone, "Why didn't you tell us what was going on? You've bailed Fox and I out of trouble so often. Why wouldn't we help you?"

Fox joined in, "I tried to tell you on the phone. I realize you were worried about your mother, but Dana and I would have flown out here with you. All you had to do was ask."

Walter drove in silence for several minutes. He glanced at his 'friends', finally saying, "Let's go to Gooch's. I'm buying."

Fox made a sour face, "What is a Gooch, and just what are you buying?"

"Trust me," Walter answered mysteriously, and laughed. It was a pleasant sound.

Walter turned left onto an unmarked blacktop road. He immediately turned right onto a dirt road. Actually it was tire ruts worn into a field. They could hear music in the distance. Rounding a curve, the headlights provided them a view of a concrete building with a flat metal roof. Several trucks were parked in front. The music was much louder now. Country music.

Walter parked, and swept an arm toward the building, "Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Gooch's. Stay close to me. Don't drink anything unless I give it to you. Dana? Do you two-step?" Walter laughed at the shock revealed by her expression. "Never mind, I don't either." He exited the truck and headed inside the building.

Fox and Dana exchanged a nervous glance then hurried to follow Walter.

The place was dark. Really dark! As their eyes grew accustomed to the dim lighting, Fox and Dana had a look around. In one corner was a small stage surrounded by chicken wire. Fox wondered about this, until he saw a beer bottle fly up and strike the barrier. The band was playing covers of old Country and Western standards. They weren't very good but made up for it with enthusiasm and volume. A couple slow danced on the 'dance floor', oblivious to the upbeat tempo of the current song.

Along one wall was a bar. There were beer kegs sitting atop, with spigots attached. There was a large aluminum wash tub as well, containing bottled beer on ice. A grizzled old man, of questionable personal hygiene habits, was sitting on a barstool. Patrons would pay him, and he would either draw from the tap or hand them a bottle. On the opposite wall were three pool tables. Scattered tables and chairs took up the rest of the room.

Dana stood so close to Walter they appeared to be attached. Walter placed a hand on her back and she jumped, "Relax Dana. I know these people. No one will hurt you. Now Fox, I'm not so sure about!" He led them to a table near the center of the room, "Draw or bottle?"

Fox was game, "I'll have whatever you're having." He reached for his wallet.

Walter shook his head, "I'll get this round. Dana?"

"I'll take a bottle, I guess," she responded uncertainly, "And a glass too, please."

Walter returned with a tray bearing two mugs of something thick and dark, as well as a long neck bottle topped with an upended plastic cup. "A tall-boy for the lady, and home brew for you and me," Walter announced as he sat the tray on the table.

Fox picked up his mug and drank deeply. Wiping foam from his lips, 'Wow, that's really good! Did you call this home brew?"

Walter answered, "Yeah, Old Jackson at the bar makes it. The recipe has been in his family for years. That's where this place got it's name. Jackson Gooch, proprietor."

Several mugs later, Fox asked Walter where to find the men's room. Walter pointed to a door behind the pool tables, "Don't speak to anyone unless they speak first. This place isn't known for it's kindness to strangers."

Fox smiled and waved off the warning. "I'll just use the old Mulder charm." He walked away from the table stiff legged.

Dana laughed. "I guess he really needs to go." She turned to find an empty chair. Walter was no longer sitting at the table.

He was talking to a group of men near the bar. He motioned her over, "Dana, come meet some of my oldest friends!" Walter had to shout over the din.



Fox edged past the men surrounding the pool table. He'd almost made the men's room when, "Hey, what are you doin'? I'm trying to make a shot here!"

An unshaven, dirty man was glaring at Fox. He was about Mulder's height, but much heavier, he was also holding a pool cue.

"Sorry, I was just going to the men's room. I'm not looking for any trouble," Fox smiled easily.

"Well, trouble's exactly what you've found, City Boy," the dirty guy growled. He dropped the stick and grabbed Fox by the front of his shirt. "Let's take this outside."

"Wait... I don't want to fight... Walter!" Fox was dragged toward the front door, followed by a crowd of drunken men.

Walter and Dana, aware of the commotion, immediately started scanning the room for Fox. Walter found him first and headed toward the boisterous crowd, "Hey guys, what's going on?"

The unkempt man who restrained Fox replied, "I was just takin' City Boy outside to teach him some manners."

"Walter! I didn't do anything, really!" Fox was frantic, "I was going to the men's room and this guy grabbed me! I don't know why he's angry, but I didn't start it."

When Unkempt heard Fox's response, he turned and looked directly at Walter, "Skinner? Walt Skinner, is that you? What the hell are you doing home, buddy?" He smiled, a very nasty green toothed smile, "I ain't seen you in over ten years. How are you?" He let go of Fox with one hand and offered it to Walter.

Walter smiled back and shook hands, "George Peck, nice to see you." Walter looked at Fox, "You know George, City Boy's with me. I'm his boss, so if you hurt him, it's my ass. Why don't you do an old friend a favor? Let him go and I'll buy a round for the house. Does that sound fair?"

George smiled his nasty smile again, "Sure Walt, for you." He glared at Fox, letting him go, "I wouldn't cause you no trouble, even if this one don't get taught a lesson."

Walter urged Dana to stay with Fox, "You two get in the truck. I'll buy them drinks and be right out. Roll up the windows and lock the doors." He turned and walked back to the bar, George and the drunken bunch in tow.

When Walter reached the truck, "Didn't I tell you not to talk to anyone? Why can't you follow orders, Fox?" He was angry.

Fox pleaded, "I didn't *talk* to anyone, Walter! As I passed the pool table, that guy yelled at me. I apologized, that's all. He grabbed me, and you know the rest. Honestly, I did exactly as you told me."

Walter sighed, "Okay, whatever. It's time to go home anyway. I guess you never made it to the restroom?"

Fox shook his head, "No I didn't. Thanks for reminding me," he answered mournfully.

"You're not going back inside, so forget it. I'll stop near the blacktop, you can go behind a tree," Walter responded while starting the engine.

Fox nodded, "Thanks Walter. It really wasn't my fault. I'm sorry you had to leave."

They drove in silence, stopping only to let Fox answer the call of nature. Walter turned off the headlights as they entered the farm's driveway, navigating by moonlight alone. He turned to Dana, "We'll say our good nights out here, so we won't disturb anyone inside." He turned to Fox, "It's okay, I'm not angry with you. George Peck was always an idiot and a bully. I know it wasn't your fault. I'll see you in the morning."

Fox and Dana answered together, "Good night Walter."

They entered the house as quietly as possible.

Fox and Dana headed for the stairs. Walter whispered, "I'm going to use the bathroom down her. Go on up and be quiet."

They waved and went to their rooms.



Betsy was in the kitchen, and heard them come in. She'd come down for a drink of water and some aspirin. She stood silently in the darkened room, listening to their conversation. A slow smile worked it's way up her face as she heard Walter's final comment. Now she'd have an opportunity to set that boy straight!

Walter crept quietly down the hall, past the kitchen to the downstairs bathroom.

As he entered and turned on the light, Aunt Betsy followed. She was silent and stealthy. She had no intention of giving her nephew any warning of her approach, Betsy didn't plan to hurt Walter, she just wanted to teach him a lesson. If someone heard them, that would be even better. Walter had gotten a little too big for his britches lately. He needed a reminder.

She waited until he'd finished, flushed and turned on the sink. She inched the door open. Walter was drying his hands. He bent over to untie his shoes and she took her shot. Her approach resembled a bowler. Her knees bent, and her arm extended in a big under-hand swing. SLAP! Her swat caught him on the seat of his pants.

Walter straightened quickly, but he'd had just enough beer to make him clumsy, "OW! Wha... Aunt Betsy? What are you doing?" He was still trying to turn around, as she placed her hand on his back and pushed him over the sink.

"If you think for one minute Walter Skinner, " Aunt Betsy scolded, (SLAP SLAP SLAP) "That this type of behavior will be tolerated," (SLAP SLAP SLAP) "You are sorely mistaken!" She was nearly out of breath.

Her bare handed blows striking Walter's jeans didn't really hurt but he felt ridiculous. He held still and allowed her to finish her tirade.

"Coming home drunk, in the middle of the night," (SLAP SLAP SLAP) "Ignoring you responsibilities to run off drinking with your friends!" (SLAP SLAP SLAP) She pulled him up by the back of his shirt.

He turned around slowly.

"You were raised better than this, Walter Skinner! Now apologize! Then march yourself up to bed!"

Walter closed his eyes, and nodded. "I'm sorry Aunt Betsy. I don't know what I was thinking. It won't happen again."

As he started past her, she grabbed his arm, "You can count yourself lucky, young man. If there hadn't been others in the house, I'd have really given it to you. This was merely a reminder. If I have any more trouble from you, I'll use your Dad's strap! I won't care who hears, either. Do you understand me?" She stared at him, expecting an answer.

"Yes, ma'am. I understand. I won't give you anymore trouble. May I please go to bed now, ma'am?" Walter was meek and respectful.

"Yes you may," Betsy pulled him down and planted a kiss on his forehead. "I only punish you because I care, Walter. Your parents always were too easy on you. Someone had to keep you in line. Go to bed." She spun him around, swatted him one more, and pushed him out the bathroom door.

Walter headed slowly up the stairs. He was miserable. Aunt Betsy always made him feel this way. He was still so frightened of her, he'd let her give him a spanking! A spanking that didn't even hurt. One that was merely meant to humiliate him. This thought made him feel worse. 'You are a grown man, for Christ sake! You outweigh her by a hundred pounds. Why did you lay still and take it?' He trudged softly down the hall.

Just as he reached his parents' door he heard, "Walter? Is that you son?"

Walter's head drooped lower. He opened the bedroom door and stuck his head in. He whispered, "Mama? It's Walter. Do you need something?"

Becky was sitting up in bed, "Walter, come sit with me. Your Dad's already left for the morning milking. I can't sleep." She patted the bed, "I haven't had a chance to really visit with you since you arrived."

Walter was torn, "Mama, I'm tired. I should go to bed. Does your leg hurt? I can get you a pain pill, if you need it."

Becky smiled, "No son, I'm fine. I'm just not sleepy. Coma and sit just a few minutes. Then, I'll let you go to bed."

Walter could think of no reasonable excuse, so he entered the room, and sat by his mother. He couldn't meet her eyes.

Becky noticed immediately, "Son, what's wrong with you?"

She sounded so concerned, tears filled Walter's eyes. He cleared his throat and spoke to his lap, "I'm fine. Not enough sleep and too much beer."

Becky frowned, "Walter Sergei Skinner, I know when I'm being lied to. Tell me what's wrong, this instant!"

Walter tried to answer her, and was unable to prevent the sob that escaped instead. He spun away, intending to get off the bed and out of her room.

Becky stopped him, "Son! Come back here."

Becky pulled him to her and Walter finally gave up. He wept in his mother's arms.



Saturday went smoothly. Walter kept a close eye on Aunt Betsy. He wasn't interested in giving her another opportunity to 'show him how much she cares'.

The only close call came when Fox decided to try out Jonas' tractor. Calamity was avoided and no damage to livestock or machinery resulted.

Sunday afternoon, Dana suggested a picnic, "Walter, it would be so much fun. We can take pillows and blankets so your mother can be comfortable. She's been in bed all weekend, I'm sure she'd love a chance to get outside for a while."

They loaded the truck with all the picnic supplies, and Jonas brought along his tackle box and fishing rods. "We can set up at that shady spot down by the creek," Jonas suggested. "After we eat, we can do a little fishing."

Walter and Dana helped Becky into the car and followed behind the truck.

Aunt Betsy opted to stay home and air out Becky's bedroom. She'd put fresh sheets on the bed, as well.

No one tried to convince her to join them.

Dana picked a level spot under a large elm tree. She spread a brightly colored table cloth on the ground. Piling pillows around the base of the tree, she created a nest for Becky. They ate cold fried chicken, Betsy's prize winning potato salad and cherry pie.

Becky entertained Fox and Dana with stories from Walter's childhood.

Walter, thoroughly embarrassed, finally suggested, "Dad didn't you say something about fishing? Why don't you take Fox and Dana down to the creek and help them get their lines in the water. I'll clean and fry any fish you catch."

The three of them wandered off, and Walter remained with his mother. They sat in easy silence for a while. Walter thought Becky had fallen asleep when she said softly, "Walter do you want to tell me about the other night? You were so upset, I didn't want to ask you again. I'd like to know, though. Are you ready to talk about it?"

Before Walter could answer her, they heard Dana scream.

Walter jumped up and ran to the creek, just in time to see Dana fall into the water. Fox was laughing and holding a writhing snake in the air, "Dana, the look on your face was priceless!"

Walter froze Fox with a glare, and waded into the water. He helped Dana up and back onto the bank.

Jonas finally spoke, "Walter, why don't you take Dana back and get her a blanket. Fox and I need to have a little talk." His expression stopped any protest Walter might have offered.

Walter and Dana walked to the picnic site without a backward glance.

Jonas said quietly, "Fox, why don't you drop that snake?" He waited patiently while Fox did as he was told. "I don't know where you were raised, but that's a water moccasin. They're poisonous, Fox. What the hell were you thinking?" Jonas was furious, but his tone was icy and calm. "You or Dana could have been bitten. What if there was a nest where Dana fell? She could be dead already." Jonas put his hand on Fox's shoulder, "We need to go down creek a little ways."

Fox was still trying to absorb Jonas' words, "I had no idea. I'm sorry Mr. Skinner. I need to apologize to Dana."

Jonas tightened his grip, "Not just yet. Let's walk down creek, Fox."

"Why?" Fox was confused, "Shouldn't we go check on Dana?"

"Come on, Fox. There's no reason to prolong this. I'm going to whip your butt, boy. We can go further down creek, or do it right here. Your choice."

Fox finally realized what was going to happen, "Mr. Skinner, there's no need for that. I won't do anything this stupid again, believe me."

Jonas shook his head, "I think I'll make sure, Fox. Let's walk." He pulled Fox along as he headed down the creek bank. They walked several hundred yards before Jonas stopped. He unbuckled his belt, "Fox, take down your jeans. I want you to bend over and grab your ankles."

Fox had experience with one Skinner, so he knew better than to argue. He did as he was told. Fox wondered what it was about Skinner men. Why did they feel it necessary to beat his ass? He hoped Walter didn't have any uncles or brothers!

Jonas laid the belt on heavy. He would strike the same spot three or four times before moving on. Fox was sure he was losing skin with every lash. He was crying hard before Jonas finished.

Jonas put his belt back on, "You can pull up your pants now. Wash your face in the creek. As far as I'm concerned, this stays between you and me. I won't embarrass you," Jonas walked back toward the picnic site.

Fox composed himself. He splashed the cool creek water on his face until his eyes were no longer red and swollen. He carefully pulled his jeans up over his bruised and blistered butt. Walter had never spanked him this badly. Fox wondered if Jonas whipped Walter like this when he was a boy. He hoped not. He walked slowly to rejoin the others.

The truck was almost loaded when Fox returned. He helped Becky Skinner to the car and brought pillows for her ankle.

Jonas asked Walter to ride with him in the truck, so Fox and Dana followed with the car. "Dana, I'm sorry I scared you. I didn't mean for you to fall in the creek. I certainly didn't know the snake was poisonous," he spoke just above a whisper. "I'm sorry I ruined your afternoon."

Dana smiled, "It's okay, Fox. No harm done." She glanced behind her quickly, "Did Jonas spank you?" She leaned close to whisper her question.

Fox kept his eyes on the truck in front of them and nodded, "You might call it a spanking. Maybe."

"Oh, Fox. I'm sorry. Does it still hurt? I can drive if you want," Dana sympathized.

"I'm fine," Fox answered tightly. "Let's not talk about it, please?"



Jonas said lightly, "That Fox needs to be watched pretty close." He gauged Walter's reaction before going on. "You'd do well to rein him in tight, son."

Walter sighed heavily, "I try, Dad. I really try. Did you give him a taste of your belt?"

Jonas nodded, "I couldn't see any way around it. That was about the most stupid stunt I've ever seen from a grown man."

Walter shook his head, "You know, Dad. Fox is the smartest person I've ever met. I can't figure out why he acts the way he does. I've whipped his ass, myself. More than once. You should have seen him before!"

Jonas thought a moment, "Just stay on him, then. Sounds like he's starting to get the message. I can tell he doesn't mean any real harm. He just doesn't think before he acts."



Monday morning came and it was time to leave. Jonas suggested he follow in the truck so he could see them off.

Walter said, "Dad that's not necessary. We can say our good byes here. We won't have long to wait. It's not worth your time to drive all that way."

Betsy was fussing around the kitchen.

"Good bye Aunt Betsy, it was nice meeting you!" Dana called from the front room.

Betsy waved a tea towel in Dana's direction, "Good bye."

Walter went upstairs to say one last good bye to his mother.

Dana headed out to the car.

Fox picked up their bags and followed.

"Fox," Jonas stopped him. "Good bye son. You and Dana are good friends. Walter's lucky to have you. I just wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings," he offered Fox his hand.

Fox shook Jonas' hand eagerly, "None at all, sir. I'm proud to know you consider me worthy of Walter's friendship. I'm truly sorry about the snake. I do stupid things sometimes, but I'm not stupid," he laughed, and walked outside.



Walter kissed his mother again, "I promise to come home again, soon. When you're back on your feet, we'll plan something." He stood and picked up his bag, "I've got to go. I love you."

Becky stopped him before he reached the door, "Walter, you still haven't told me about Friday night. I don't think I've seen you cry since you were a little boy, son. You've certainly never allowed me to hold you, since then. I want to know what hurt you bad enough to cry in front of your Mama."

Without turning around, Walter answered, "I'll call you." He left the room before she had a chance to respond.

Jonas walked Walter out to the car, "Come home soon, son. We never get to see enough of you." He hugged his son. Leaning into the window, "Fox. Dana. You're welcome anytime. We enjoyed having you here."

Dana leaned up and kissed his cheek, "Thanks, Mr. Skinner. Good bye."

Fox waved as they drove away.

Dana said, 'Walter your family is so nice. I'm even warming up to Aunt Betsy!"

Walter shuddered, but made no reply.

End