Dirty Laundry II:  Mulder and Krycek: Storm Of Revenge

by Amber M. Howardthor

Mulder shoved the gun-cleaning kit back in the closet and slammed the door so hard it nearly fell off its hinges.  Ever since he had first seen that backstabbing son of a bitch with his beautiful, sweet, angelic partner, he had grown angrier and angrier until this morning, when he could think of nothing but going out and slicing himself a bloody slice of Russian ass.

He walked out, leaving the door wide open.  Burglars?  Who gave a shit?

Sunlight streamed through the thin bedroom curtains, laughing in cheerful delight at the chaotic scene it found.  Clothes and sheets lay all over the floor.  Sunlight glinted blindingly of the silver zippers of the black leather jacket hung over the chair.  Black oil dribbled down the nightstand…no, that was just the overturned bottle of Hershey's genuine chocolate syrup.

The one blanket that had miraculously stayed on the bed suddenly moved as Dana Scully yawned and stretched, disturbing the handsome young man sleeping next to her.

"Good morning." she said sweetly and reached over to tweak his left nipple.

"Ow!"

"My poor Alexei, should I kiss and make it better?"

"Oh, Dana, what would Mulder say?"

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him, can it."

They both laughed and walked companionably off to the shower, the sheet still wrapped around their bodies, throbbing with sexual anticipation.

After hot water and love, they both got dressed, Dana choosing her usual dark blue conservative number and Alex in a grey tank top, jeans, and his leather jacket.

"See you tonight, stud."  she whispered into his ear, gave him a little love bite on his earlobe, and then left, smiling happily.

Mulder watched Scully go by and briefly thought of killing her, but dismissed the thought.

Krycek waited his usual fifteen minutes, then came out, closing the door behind him.  He turned, reaching into his pocket for the key, when he heard a car door slam, then footsteps.  He barely had time to whirl before being faced with a freshly cleaned, brightly sparkling Sig Sauer jammed in his face.

Mulder grabbed him and put the gun against his temple while slapping on the cuffs with the other.  "C'mon, Alex, we're goin for a ride…"

Krycek lay in the back seat of the car, chewing on the remains of his two front teeth, trying to loosen the prosthetic arm from its socket, and trying not to scream while he did it.

"Um, Mulder, where are we going?"

"You'll see, you betraying asshole scum-sucker."

"You think she's scum?  No wonder she ditched you for me!"

Mulder roared in anger, the car swerving all over the road.  Krycek decided it would be a good idea to keep his mouth shut the rest of the way.

"I'm sure you recognize this place." Mulder said, dragging Krycek by the cuffs through his father's house and into the bathroom.

"I didn't kill your fucking father, I've told you a dozen times!"

Mulder punched him in the gut.  "SHUT UP!"  He unlocked one of the cuffs and clapped it over the shower rod, leaving Krycek hanging by one arm.

He walked into the kitchen and took his father's carving knife off the rack in the kitchen.  He held it for a minute, thinking of the Thanksgiving before his sister was abducted.  His father at the head of the table, carving the turkey, he and his sister both wanting a drumstick, his mother scolding them.  His mother.

His mother and Cancer Man….Scully and Krycek…

He screamed in rage, all the memories and repressed anger flooding back into his mind.  He stormed back into the bathroom.

He dropped the knife and undid Krycek's jeans.

"What the hell are you doing!" Krycek shouted.

"I'm going to cut it off and watch you bleed to death, asshole!  For my father, for the FBI, and for her!"

Krycek, using the strength he had built during all those years in places this coward would running away screaming from if he'd ever visited them, jerked up then down, snapping the prosthetic from his shoulder.

"Handcuffed the wrong hand, didn't you Mulder?"  He said as he threw Mulder into the wall.  "Now I'm going to give you what you deserve, for dragging Scully after you like a doll, then ditching her when you didn't want to play with her anymore.  For mistreating her until she was almost crazy in return for her loyalty to you!"

He reversed the gun and slammed the butt end in to Mulder's forehead, knocking him senseless.

That night, Krycek came back and slipped into bed beside Scully.  She stared at the bandaged stump in horror.  "My god, what happened, what did you do?  Oh, no, Mulder wasn't at work today…  You ran into him, didn't you.  What did he do to you?"  She was nearly hysterical, the words tumbling out through a rain of tears.

"Don't worry, Scully.  I'm here and I'll always be.  He will never, ever hurt me bad enough that I couldn't be with the most precious person in my life…"  He stroked her hair.  "Besides, I made sure everyone will know what kind of man he is."

"What do you mean?!?

The next morning, Walter Skinner got out of his car to stare at the circus of FBI agents, police, secretaries, and media staring in horror at the glass doors at the entrance to the Hoover Building.

Mulder hung there by his handcuffs, totally naked, his FBI badge taped over his crotch.  A sign hung around his neck read:  Hi, I'm Spooky!  My partner dumped me.  Please take me home with you…

He screamed loudly: ALEX KRYCEK, IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO, I WILL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB AND SKIN YOU ALIVE!  DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!!

The End

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