Headache

by Fox4242

Author's Notes:  There's an interesting story behind this story… I work at an amusement park, and on one particular day, I was really bored, and so I wrote this on register tape.  About a week later, I made a few tiny little changes and typed it up.  I guess what I'm really trying to say is, if this sucks, chalk it up to heat stroke.  It's my first "serious" story, but it's been rattling around in my head for a while.  You never see any Krycek/Scully romances! (Which this is, in a warped sort of way.) I'm pretty sure they don't belong together, but it makes for interesting fanfic.  Oh, one more thing.  In my world, dear, sweet Alex still has all of his appendages (I was talking about his ARM, get your mind out of the gutter!) attached.  Happy reading!

Special Agent Dana Scully removed her glasses and set them down on the coffee table in front of her with a sigh.  She rubbed the bridge of her nose in a futile attempt to ward off the impending headache that was a result of hours of typically monotonous paperwork.  As usual, while her job was anything but boring, the forms and red tape that accompanied the investigations often made her want to take out her gun and shoot someone.

"Always me," she thought, mildly irritated.  "Why is it that Mulder never has to deal with any of this?"  Her partner was the best friend that she had, but that did not mean that she didn't often get annoyed with him, especially when he managed to shift the responsibility for this type of work to her.  With that thought, Scully pushed away the remaining papers in an uncharacteristic display of procrastination.  The dull ache in her head had given way to a persistent throbbing.  Maybe, she thought, a nice hot shower would help her relax.  Just to be safe, she shook three aspirin into her palm and popped them into her mouth before starting the water.

Scully had already removed her wrinkled pants suit before she realized that there were no towels in the bathroom.  With an irritated scowl, she grabbed the bathrobe that hung from a hook on the back of the door and tossed it on before opening the door to head to the linen closet.

The first thing that struck her was that it was dark.

Very dark.

She had barely had time to react to this first fact, however, when she heard the oddly familiar voice from the shadows that encased her living room.

"Agent Scully."  The figure that moved into the moonlight streaming through the window was, indeed, a familiar one.

Scully took in the tousled dark hair, piercing green eyes, and battered leather jacket, silently cursing herself for having left her gun on the other side of the room.  If she'd had it, she would have fired without a second thought.

"Krycek."

The name was spoken with a combination of shock and deep hatred.  How had he gotten in?  And what did he want?

Her second question was partially answered as Krycek took another step forward, hand held up to indicate that he came in peace.

"I'm not here to harm you, Scully," he said.  "If I was, you would have been dead already."

At the icy coldness in his voice, she felt a chill race down her spine.  She was suddenly very aware of her clothing, or rather lack thereof, and her hands automatically moved to tighten the belt of her robe.  This seemed to amuse Krycek, an arrogant smirk forming on his lips.

"What do you want here?"  Scully tried to sound threatening, to use the 'FBI Agent' voice that she reserved for criminals (and Mulder, when he was being especially incorrigible), but her voice came out with a slight tremor.  She cursed herself again.

She was scared, and he knew it.

Krycek stepped towards her again.  "I have information that might be of importance to you and Mulder in your current case."  From inside his jacket, he extracted a manila envelope.  "In fact, I think it's safe to say that your success might depend on it."

Scully hesitated, being naturally suspicious of the man responsible for so many deaths connected to her and Mulder.  "Why bring this to me and not Mulder?"

Krycek's green eyes narrowed.  "Every time Mulder sees me, he tries to kill me.  He doesn't trust me."

Scully almost laughed.  "What makes you think I trust you?  Why should I trust you?"

"You've got nothing to lose, right?"

"Only our lives."

Krycek rolled his eyes impatiently.  "It's your call."

Scully hesitated again, then tentatively stepped towards Krycek and took the envelope.  Then she looked up at him with a questioning look.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.  "Why help us now?"

Krycek laughed wryly.  "You still think I'm guilty, don' t you?"

Staring right into his eyes, Scully replied, "Yes, I do."

"You don't sound so sure."  Before Scully could utter so much as a syllable, Krycek grabbed her roughly around her upper arms.

She was frozen, half with fear, half simply lost in those eyes, like glowing chips of jade.

Couldn't move.

Couldn't think.

Couldn't breathe.

The moment seemed to last an eternity.  Then, slowly, (too slowly, her mind screamed) he leaned toward her and kissed her.

The searing heat of his lips on hers sent a tingle through her entire body even as she felt all the strength drain out of her.  Then, all too suddenly, it was over, the connection broken.

He released her and took a step back, still holding her eyes with his.

"Take care of yourself, Agent Scully," he said.

And then he was gone, the door closing behind him with a gentle click.  Scully stood motionless where he had left her, and slowly raised a hand to her lips.  She didn't know what to do or what to think.  She knew only one thing for certain.

Her headache was completely gone.

The End

Well?  Loved it?  Hated it?  I considered a few alternate endings, one where Krycek shoots Scully, and one that was (ahem) slightly *more* than PG.  I thought this one worked the best, though.  Comments, suggestions, and bomb threats can be sent to Fox4242@aol.com.  I'll even take flames! (I'm sort of a pyro.)

"Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most."
"I can kill you anytime I please…… but not today."  ~CSM, "Musings"
"Welcome to the dark side."  ~Frohike, "Unusual Suspects"

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