Title:  Denial

Author:  Cassie

Rating:  R for sex and language

E-mail:  Samantha0223@hotmail.com

Category:  SRA

Keywords:  MSR, Scully/Krycek

Spoilers:  "Biogenesis"

Distribution:  Gossamer, Spooky's - yes.  Anyone else 
please ask first

Summary:  Scully thinks Mulder is sleeping with the enemy.  
Two can play at that game.

Disclaimer:  not mine, obviously.

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"Denial"

I stood still for a moment, just staring at the cellphone 
in my hand.  I'd had a moment to think, and it had dawned 
on me that I recognized the voice that had answered 
Mulder's phone.

Diana Fucking Fowley.

What the *hell* was she doing with him.  I'd thought Mulder 
and I had reached an understanding.  Sure, we'd had some 
rough patches since she'd come back into his life... but, 
after that fiasco with Padgett we'd finally let go and told 
each other everything we'd known, but never said.  At least 
not without the benefit of morphine.

He was in love with me, and I was in love with him. A 
simple confession that led me not only into his arms, but 
also into his bed.  We were finally happy.  Mulder had even 
joined me in Vegas after my little escapade with the Gunmen 
was over.

Then, he "taught" me how to play baseball. Total seduction 
on my part.  Never hit a baseball?  Please, I was a tomboy 
with two brothers.  I'm a better baseball player than he 
is.

Being lovers came naturally to us, we've always been 
partners.  Now, in every conceivable way.  We made love 
that night, slow and easy, pressed up against the backstop 
fence.  Then, again back at his place - in the bed that 
Diana was no doubt currently occupying.

Well, Mulder.  I have only one thing to say to that.

Two can play at that game.

He wants to sleep with the enemy?  Well, so can I.

I turned angrily and came face to face with a very familiar 
looking man.  He slowly removed the wig he was wearing and 
ran a hand through his cropped black hair.

"Krycek."  I breathed, surprised that he would let me see 
him.  We hadn't spoken more than two words to each other in 
over four years.  Not since just before Duane Barry.  I 
cringed - remembering our one-night stand.  After I'd found 
out whose side he was *really* on, I'd felt used.

But, there's one think about him that almost makes up for 
that.  Alex Krycek is an amazing lover.  Not as good as 
Mulder, mind you.  But, Krycek was here... and Mulder, 
well, Mulder probably had his cock buried in Diana at that 
particular moment.

"Dana..."  He whispered.  He only used my first name when 
we were alone.  "It's been a while."

I nodded and stepped closer.  "What are you doing here?" I 
asked, my voice already betraying my intentions.

"I could ask you the same thing."  He said softly, closing 
the space between us even more.

At his proximity, I began to lose the ability to form 
coherent thoughts.  The man had an electricity that 
couldn't be ignored.  And a hunger that couldn't be sated.

"Where's Mulder?"  He asked as I stepped close enough to 
finally trace my fingers down his chest.

"Who gives a fuck."  I replied, reaching around, grabbing 
his neck and yanking his lips down to mine.  God, I'd 
almost forgotten what he was like.  Feral, animalistic, and 
so completely dangerous.  Flames of desire started to 
spread over my body, licking at my center and reaching out 
to burn him.

He pulled back slightly and gauged the want and need in my 
eyes.  "Hungry?"  He asked, nipping at my bottom lip.

"Starved."  I rasped, grinding myself shamelessly into him.  
He turned and pushed me up against the door, hiking up my 
skirt and unceremoniously ripping away my underwear.  We 
groped each other greedily, and when we came, it was loud, 
violent, and together.

I regretted it immediately.

Alex Krycek would never be accused of being a gentle lover.  
Or one for much of an afterward.  He zipped
up and stood awkwardly, waiting for me to straighten my 
clothes.  I hadn't even realized I was crying until a hot, 
salty tear dropped onto my hand.

"Dana - "  He began, reaching out to me.  I shot my head up 
and gave him a look that would have stopped wild horses.

"Don't."  I demanded, pushing away from the door so I could 
unlock it.  I tried to open it, but he pressed his hand 
against it, slamming it back into place.

"Let me finish."  He ordered.  I crossed my arms 
protectively over my chest and gave him an expectant look.  
"I was going to say, should I assume that this never 
happened?"

I nodded curtly and tried to leave again, but this time it 
was his voice that stopped me.

"See you next time."

I turned back to him slowly.  "There isn't going to *be* a 
next time, Alex."  I said as slowly as possible.

"That's what you said last time."  He taunted, as if I 
needed to be reminded.

"Look,"  I said, placing my hands on my hips.  "This was a 
mistake.  You know it, and I know it.  It can't happen 
again.  It won't happen again."

"Please,"  He said sarcastically.  "You don't really 
believe that.  You can't get enough of me, Dana, and you 
know it.  It took you a while, but I knew you come around."

"I didn't 'come around', Alex.  And I have no intention of 
ever coming back.  We fucked, Alex.  That's all."  I said 
bluntly.  "That's all it was and all it ever will be 
because it ends right here, right now."  He just looked at 
me.  "Never again, Alex.  Never again."  I turned and 
walked out the door.

Oh yes.  I, am in Denial.


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THE END.

Maybe.
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