Title:  Damn

Author:  Artemis

E-mail:  AMJAK19@aol.com

Rating:  G

Spoilers:  None

Keywords:  None

Summary:  A response to the challenge.  BTW, Krycek has both of his arms.  But hey, 
he's still so lovable even with one. :)  I'd like to thank my midnight insanity for this story

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Krycek was having a hell of a day.  Minding his own damn business, strolling through the 
park, trying to relax after a bad day, and then some damn kid had to kick a damn soccer 
ball right at his damn head.  Of course, there was no damn Tylenol in his damn 
apartment.

Damn.

And how about that redhead who was so damn cute, who was now pointing her damn gun 
at that same damn head that got hit with that damn soccer ball?

Damn.

"Come on, Krycek," she said, her voice full of venom.

"Where are we goin', beautiful?"

The name surprised her.  She stared at him for a few moments and then gave him a rough 
shove.  "We're going to my place."

Maybe the day wasn't so bad after all.  "Oooh, your place?  Scully, we haven't even had 
our first date yet." 
She wasn't laughing.  "Move!"

"Okay, okay--wait a minute!  Are we driving past the park?"

"What difference does it make?"

"Well, are we?"

"Yes!  Why is it so important?"

He grinned.  "I'll be right back."  He raced off to his kitchen and came back with a small 
bag.  Scully saw what it contained and was immediately dumbfounded.

"Marshmallows?  What the hell do you need marshmallows for?"

Krycek simply grinned.  "You'll see."

As they were getting into the car, Scully's phone rang.

"Scully.  Yeah, Mulder, I've got him.  I'm taking him to my place first.  I have to pick up 
some paperwork.  Don't worry, I'll be fine."  She hung up just as Krycek squealed in 
delight.

"There it is, there it is!  Stop!  The park!"

Scully huffed out a breath, irritated.  "Alright, alright, I'm stopping!"

Krycek jumped out of the car, followed closely by his redhead captor. "Aha!  I've got you 
now, you little soccer-playing devil!  Ha ha ha!"  And with that, he began pummeling the 
boy with marshmallows.

Scully was horrified.  "Krycek?  What are you doing?"  Then she saw the boy's mother 
marching towards them.  "Krycek, let's get the hell out of here!"

Krycek hurled the last of his squishy sweets and grabbed Scully's hand. "Follow me, 
beautiful!"  Scully's body tingled when he called her that.

They ducked behind some bushes and watched the mother stalk away.  "Damn!" said 
Krycek.  "And I really liked this shirt, too!"

"NOW what?" said an exasperated Scully.

"A button fell off my shirt," he whined.

She sighed.  "Don't cry, I can fix it at my place."  She stood up.  "Let's go."

"Your place?  Oooooooo.  I'm all for it, beautiful."

She tingled again.  What a day.

Krycek smiled to himself.  Damn, what a day.  What a damn day.

Hey, I don't appreciate being ditched like someone's bad date. --Krycek (poor baby!) 
Comments?  Questions?  A Krycek clone?  Send them to me! 1-800-I-AM-INSANE (not 
really)