One Armed Hearts: The Finishers by Lioness

Title: One Armed Hearts: The Finishers
Author: Lioness
E-Mail: boxengirl@hotmail.com
Rating: PG: Violence, some bad language, some Shippiness/Skippiness.
Spoilers: Mythology stuff, mostly, but not anything really. I kind of wrote my own Myth. I was pretending to be CC when he wrote the 6th Extinction. Heh.
Boring Factor: Heh, I made this one up myself. I just wanted you to know that I recap a lot. I tried to eliminate it, but it just came. Sorry. It was necessary for one of our characters to know what was going on, while they weren't there. But it has a good ending!! Don't stop reading it!!
Disclaimer: Krycek, Mulder, Scully, Skinner, the CSM, the WMM, or any other X-Files anything I didn't make up don't belong to me they are property of 1013 productions, The FOX network and Chris Carter, but the storyline is mine, and all the NEW characters are mine (including the ominous kin of Krycek). Just enjoy the second part, please…I'm sure you will. Heh.
Please read the first part of this series before continuing with this fanfic.

Scully wore black that day. Comforter or not, there was mourning to be done. She didn't feel sad, though. It seemed that Mulder wouldn't have wanted her to be sad. He would have wanted her to be glad. Glad that he would return.

The Scully would slap herself in the face. There were things to be sad about. She had killed her partner. And her best friend. She hated it that it was her who shot him, but for some reason, she wouldn't accept that he was going to be dead for more than three days.

The ceremony was small. Mulder had no family, outside of Scully. Assistant Director Skinner came. A few people from the Bureau, who knew Mulder even vaguely, came. They knew Scully better and wanted to be a shoulder for her to cry on. Her mother came for support. She was sure, her daughter, who though, could be independent and strong, was frail, and breakable, would need support to stand. All of them were wrong.

Scully didn't shed a tear. She kept quiet as the Father said a few things about Mulder. Thoughts rolled in Scully's mind. She knew that the Father didn't know Mulder. Mulder had no religion, which is why Scully thought it to be appropriate to have him buried in a place that he enjoyed. A place that meant something to him. Her mother said that if she wanted him remembered that he would need a headstone and such.

After the burial a service was to be held, in Mulder's honor. Everyone left, except for Scully. She stood in front of the casket. She spoke softly words of comfort to him. He was the savoir. Their savoir.

He smiled that half smile. "This won't be that last time we see each other." With that he walked off.

Scully shrugged, laid her hand on the casket for a moment and whispered "See you soon" The she began to make her way across that cemetery.

She was almost to her car, when another voice from behind whispered loudly "Agent Scully!"

She spun around. Standing there was Jaclyn. She recognized her immediately. "Can I help you?"

"Scully, you have to listen to me. Krycek is a liar. But you have to believe me."

"I know…it was part of the trap. The trap set by the Smoking Man. The Well Manicured Man is dead. That was another lie. The prophecies were made by that Cancerman. But they are true. Mulder is dead, and he will rise, but they aren't what they seem."

"Well, not the whole thing…you haven't seen Krycek since that night in woods have you?" Jaclyn asked this in a 'you don't know what's going on' voice.

"He has been injured. He went into some sort of shock. No one knows what's wrong. I'm thinking that he was drugged. There are drugs in the CIA, that can do that to a man. I've seen them."

"No…Well, kind of. I'm an informant for them. I have a pass to get in, but I don't have a badge or anything. My part in there is very hush hush. But I got a job with the Smoking Man. My superiors thought it would be a good opportunity."

Jaclyn dropped her head. "They've been after a man inside the FBI for sometime. It's kind of a pet project for some of the men in there."

"Right…I've on it that this man is the Smoking Man, but there is no proof. And I can't tell my superiors that I'm working for their man. If I do, and he gets caught, there would be a way for him to trace the leak back to me. But we aren't here to discuss how I got involved with these men. I just want you to know that I have no real relationship with Krycek. It's an act. Something that gets used fairly often, but we aren't real."

"I wanted a real CIA job, but a few years back, they needed a pretty face and a sexy body to help with a project. I was finished enough with my training. I had gone over the basics, so now I'm not a real CIA agent, but I can get in. I still want to finish the training…it kills for me not to finish something. When this is over, I'm going back. She pushed back some dark silky hair. Scully nodded. "I understand. What were we talking about?"

"Well, Jaclyn, I have something to say on that. I just saw him a few minutes ago."

"What? He's in a hospital in a coma. That can't be right." She reached in her pocket and pulled out a little computer-like thing. She read it for a few seconds and then swore loudly. It echoed throughout the cemetery. "Why that little…"

"Rat is nice, but I prefer Ratass. It's longer…more drawn out." Both women turned to see Krycek coming toward them. "I told you it wouldn't be long before I saw you again, Scully. And Jaclyn. Of course we aren't real. I'm sure Agent Scully was smart enough to figure that out herself. She's not a dummy, like you. You should of known after some performances I've done, that the state of shock was a fake. I thought better of you. But CIA, I'm ashamed. I never got that. You have your man, and you're stuck. Can't go running to your boss. Well, look who you have to go to."

He looked at her. "Yes, I'm a liar. But you are what a liar needs." He put a finger to his lips to shush them. He then pulled out a small microphone. "Was that what you wanted?" He stopped… "I never thought she'd confess to be CIA… I'm turning off the microphone, they drove off. It's not needed anymore…Alright."

"I couldn't let the Smoking Man, know all of what I'm going to tell you, now could I?"

She smiled at Scully, "None of those things are true. I work for the Smoking Man, which is how I met Krycek. We started to get things against the Smoking Man. We are still collaborating evidence, we don't have enough to do anything right now. The man covers his tracks well. I'm not CIA. It was a cover plan. Just something to fill in time."

Krycek started. "Well, the Well Manicured Man, is dead. The Cancerman, did make the prophecies. Mulder will rise, but people will die. Basically, anything she told you before. I came into the discussion. Oh, and that she and I aren't real. That's our act when we do anything together." He shrugged. "It works, I suppose."

Jaclyn cringed. "I hate this part…There will be a battle. The good side will win. We know that, but people will die in the process."

"A small organization called FOOMS. The Federal Organizations Of Medical Sciences." Said Krycek. "They are working on a drug to keep people from dying. They will give their people the drugs after Mulder rises. They will battle us. All of their people will die. We wanted to save them, but with this…you can't change the future. I know you would like to save them, Scully, and so would we, but you just can't. There is no stopping them. The believe that their drug will work. That it will save them from death. They want a fight, they heard of us, and now…it'll be history."

Scully shook her head in disbelief. "I thought Mulder was a sacrifice to the aliens."

"No, these people have nothing to do with it. Either you two are missing part of the story, not telling me something, or you weren't told the whole thing."

Jaclyn looked at Krycek. "You know what…she's right. We've been left out of the loop about something. Something isn't right."

Krycek walked into the offices of the Cigarette Smoking Man. He wore his "good clothes" instead of his usual black leather. Both Scully and Jaclyn told him to do so.

He knocked on the door. He walked in on the 'come in'. The Smoking Man sat behind a desk.

"Alex, what a surprise. Come in, sit down." He lit up a cigarette. He held up the pack and offered on to Krycek.

"Ah, yes, you and Jaclyn made quite a team. But I don't think it is your job to conclude things with a CIA agent."

Krycek was prepared. "This was before I knew. When I still spoke of such things with her. Now it's all threats and, well, lies."

Krycek took a deep breath, without, miraculously, inhaling smoke. "We were thinking about Mulder. He was sacrificed for the aliens, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct, but I don't believe that was part of your job. You were supposed to tell Scully and leave it-"

Krycek interrupted him, which is never a good thing to do. "If that's why Mulder died, what does FOOMS have to do with it? They can't just be looking for a fight. There has to be more."

"Alex, I will tell you the truth. I'll tell you what FOOMS has to do with it. But you cannot tell anyone. I wouldn't normally do this, but at the moment you have no one to tell."

"FOOMS is an organization trying a new drug. They believe that it will cure any human disease and cure death all together. They need a test simulation. They want us to basically kill them. The very much alive Mulder will be in charge. They will not fight back, but they will have their wonder drug. I know that it doesn't work, but there is no telling them that. All of their people will die…along with their drug, and the entire FOOMS…remember what I said. This cannot be told to a soul."

"…all of their people will die, along will with their drugs and all of FOOMS… That's all. That's the entire reason FOOMS is involved." Krycek sat Indian style on a bed. He wore a black T-shirt, which showed off his prosthetic arm off nicely. He pulled some pizza from a box with the arm that had a working hand.

"So it's all just a ploy for these people to try out their wonder drug?" Scully sat in a chair eating Chinese food from a carton with chopsticks. She sat one leg over the other. She wore casual clothes. Though she was paying full attention to what Krycek was saying, Mulder still fluttered in the back of her mind.

"That's what it sounds like." said Jaclyn. She laid on her side on the second bed with a salad in a plastic container. She carefully put some low-cal dressing on before saying, "What if this drug is real? I mean, what if can bring the dead back…like Mulder."

Krycek shook his head. He swallowed and said "The Cancerman said specifically that it didn't work."

Scully forced out a small laugh. "Since when has the Smoking Man sputtered a word of truth? I made the mistake of believing him, this past spring, and I got in trouble, worried Mulder practically to death, and then he got mad at me. You can't really believe what this man says."

"Then why did you send me in there? If we can't trust him, believe what he says, going there was pointless. I took a risk. He could have killed me on the spot." Krycek was mad.

Scully gave him a long look. "You mean he doesn't always send himself a rat to do his killing?"

Jaclyn spoke up. "Hey, we can't get anywhere if we're fighting amongst ourselves. I realize you two have some serious issues, but if we're going to attempt to work together, there can't be fighting."

Krycek looked at her. Then looked at Scully. He nodded at her. "Yeah." He apologized.

Scully did her 'let's change the subject to get away from the feeling crap'. "Okay, so we have…what do we have again?"

"We have that FOOMS just wants to test out their drug…but I don't see what that has to do with Mulder and the alien sacrifice." Jaclyn said before munching into some more salad.

"What if it wasn't a sacrifice. What if it was FOOMS trying out the drug…trying it on Mulder." Krycek set down his pizza. "What if…what if Mulder isn't dead."

Scully shook here head. "No, I killed him. I know he's dead. As much as I hate to say it. Mulder is definitely dead."

"No, what if they gave him the drug, to make you think he was dead…was there an autopsy done?"

"No. I wouldn't let them do one. It was my decision, because Mulder has no family."

Krycek thought for a moment. "I bet if one was done, it would show remains of the drug. Maybe the drug does work…but it takes three days to come into effect. You have to die, for the drug to give life. What if the entire sacrifice thing was a hoax? They've done it before…they'll do it again. "

Scully, bring logical said, "What if we're wrong? What if Mulder is dead, and will stay dead. I hate to say it, but it's a possibility."

Krycek looked straight at her. "It's a chance worth taking, to save Mulder? You know that if the grave isn't dug up, he'll die, just from suffocation, or malnutrition. If we want to save him, we will have to risk it."

Scully sat silent for a few seconds. Then she spoke. "Tonight, after it gets dark… We have to get someone to dig up that grave."

"Who in the hell figured that the 'someone' would be us?" Krycek asked, handing Scully a shovel.

She shrugged and began digging around the grave. "I don't think you should be complaining."

He patted his fake arm. "Sorry, not my fault, that I can't help exceedingly. You know I would if I could. Sure I'm not the biggest fan of Mulder, but I know you are…blame Russia."

Jaclyn stood a few feet from the grave pulling her long hair away from her face. She swore at her hair, the wind, the darkness, and anything else she could think of. She was a regular potty mouth.

Krycek stifled a laugh at her. Scully actually had never heard anyone curse so much at one time. And about something so petty. There were more important things to curse about. She tossed Krycek a look. He grinned at her. "You get used to it after awhile." Scully shook her head and went on digging. Jaclyn joined them shortly.

Krycek tried digging some, which did work, but not as well as it would if he had two arms. He did his best, which is really all anyone could ask for.

Some time later, no one really knew, for no one had thought to bring a watch, they got it dug up. They smiled at the dirty casket.

The other two thought on this for a moment. Scully stopped leaning on the shovel in her hand. "I'll take responsibility for him. I mean, I'm the one who shot him"

"No, I'll take him to my place. You don't want a dead body hiding in your apartment. I've actually had that before." Krycek volunteered

"Well, Alex, that's nasty, but Mulder here, isn't technically dead." Pointed out Jaclyn, wiping her forehead with a perfectly clean cloth. She was amazingly clean compared to Krycek and Scully. Both of them had dirty faces, clothes, and basically anything visible on them.

Scully tossed an idea around in her mind. "Why don't we just take him back to the motel with us? If everything goes right, he'll be awake by tomorrow."

Hiding a "dead" body, ordering a pizza (vegetarian, for Krycek), and three showers later, the three of them were sacked out all over the room. Krycek on one bed, Scully on another and Jaclyn, with a great view of Mulder under the bed, was on the floor. After a small argument about it, the deal was that she didn't have to get the door, when the pizza came.

The pizza came, and then went, very quickly. Scully was about to fall asleep on the bed, when her cell phone rang. "Mmmm…Jaclyn, could you get that for me? It's on the floor."

"Yeah, sure." She reached over and pulled the ringing phone from Scully's jacket pocket and tossed it up on the bed.

"Agent Scully, are you alright? No one can get a hold of you at home." It was Skinner.

"Uh, Sir, I…" Scully tried top think up a logical explanation to why she wasn't at home. It came to her. " I just couldn't stand being there. Too many memories, I suppose."

"I'm at a motel, Sir, you can call me on my cell, if you need to get a hold of me."

"I understand, Sir, next time I'll call before I leave." She said it, like she was sick of being treated like everyone's little girl.

Skinner hung up. Scully sighed in relief. She hit end and then, power, on her cell phone. She tossed it onto Jaclyn's stomach. "Here, put this away."

Jaclyn did so. "Why the hell was he calling at one in the morning?" Krycek rolled over and faced Scully. "Is he suspicious at all?"

She nodded. " I think he realizes that something is wrong, but he shouldn't have any idea of what it is." She shuddered. "I don't like the thought that Mulder is just lying under that bed."

Jaclyn looked up at her. "Yeah, it's strange, but think how it would be if you were down here looking at him."

Scully got quiet. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't want to cry in front of Krycek or Jaclyn all of a sudden. It was they were like people that she had to make an impression on.

When the man she hated so much gave such concern to her, the tears spilled over. "What if we're wrong, and Mulder won't come back? What if he's dead…for good?" She sat up and looked down at the sheets.

Krycek moved over onto her bed, and put his arm around her. "We aren't wrong…I'm sure of it. He'll be all right. Don't worry."

She looked up at him. She pulled away from his grasp and walked to the bathroom.

Krycek slumped his head down. "I'm an idiot." He then said a few choice words in Russian and slammed his hand into the headboard of the bed. Which collaborated a few more Russian curse words. "I'm going to bed."

Jaclyn got up from he spot on the floor and knocked on the bathroom door. "Scully? You alright?"

"I'm fine," came a weepy voice. Jaclyn didn't go for that. She knocked on the door again. "Can I come in?"

Jaclyn walked in to see Scully sitting on the rim of the tub, crying. She sat down next to her. "What's wrong? I know it's more than just Mulder. I can tell."

"I don't know. I've hated him for so long, and now I'm beginning to consider him a friend."

"I know. I never thought I'd be thinking this way. I've thought the same way for so long. I thought that nothing without a scientific explanation could be true. After all of the monsters and creatures, this is the one that really truly has no explanation."

"Scully, everything with him is very complicated. With my job, I have to trust him. I have no other choice. I think right now, that's what you'll have to do. No matter what happens. You have to trust him. When Mulder comes back, you can make your own decision on whether or not to trust him, but right now. You have to. You really don't have much choice. There are a lot things that you don't know about him. Things that you may never know. But, when he tries to help you, take it. It's not an act or a ploy anymore. It's real."

Scully gave her a shocked look. Jaclyn hid her face behind her hands. "Oops. Um, don't tell him I told you, okay? He wouldn't be glad to know that he wasn't the one to tell you."

"Yeah, that's one of the reasons he wants to help so much. He wouldn't be as involved if it wasn't for you. He doesn't really like Mulder that much, but you knew that."

"No, he didn't. He was there, but he didn't do it. I swear. He's like my brother. I know how much it hurts him to see you all the time, and know that you hate him. Scully just telling him that you don't hate him would do so much. It makes him so bitter toward everyone. But you have to believe me on that. And that he didn't kill your sister."

Scully put he forehead into her hands. She ran her hands over her face. "I believe you, it's…I don't know. It just shouldn't be like this."

"No, I can't go and talk to him. That would just make things worse than they are now."

"Jaclyn, you have to trust me. I can't go and talk to him. He is my enemy. No matter what happens that won't change."

"Go and talk. You'll see how that can change." Jaclyn went and opened the door. "At least try."

Scully sighed and walked out the door. After a few seconds she came running back in. "He's gone."

Jaclyn sprinted into the main room. She looked around, and then at Scully. "Mulder." She grabbed the blankets on the bed he was hidden under. She looked under it. She sighed with relief. "He's still there. But who would, one, know we're here and two, take Alex?"

Scully leaned up against a desk that held her laptop, and a few other things. She felt something warm next to her hand. She looked down. She gasped. Her head shot up. "The Smoking Man."

"Morley. And who would know? The man who knows everything, he must have known that Krycek lied when he said that you were CIA. Even on the tape. How could we have been so stupid to think he wouldn't know?"

"He always means business. I don't know why. And why didn't Krycek fight him off? We both know that he can."

"Oh my god…you have to be right. We have to do something." Scully's grew about twice in size.

"Whenever…we just have to help Krycek as soon as we can, and we can't do that right now. We need to get rest."

Jaclyn woke up and took a shower. She was going to wake up Scully when she got out. She knew that Scully needed rest. That she was stressed enough with Mulder 'dead' and now Krycek gone. Just wasn't what she needed.

She got out of the shower and got dressed. She walked into the main room. She saw Scully already awake. She was sitting on her bed talking to a very much alive Mulder.

Scully touched his arm. "She was the woman who was with Krycek at the café the day I shot you."

He nodded like he understood. Then he said "Could someone explain this to me?" Between both, Scully and Jaclyn, they told the story in under an hour. Mulder was a bit shocked for the fact that he had been dead for three days, and spent two of them stashed under a bed. But being Mulder, he believed what they said…well he believed Scully. And he had no desire to go and find Krycek.

"Mulder, listen to me," Scully said to him "You probably wouldn't be in the motel room right now if it wasn't for Krycek. You'd be in a coffin, suffocating. He went to the Smoking Man, so to see how to help you. If that's not a death wish, I don't know what is. Now he needs your help. You have to trust me, Mulder. You have to trust Jaclyn too. If you don't, it might as well all be over now. And that's not what anyone wants."

"But, Scully, I'm fine with it, that I was dead, but why do you believe this? This isn't you."

"Mulder, you weren't really dead. It was drug, injected or ingested or given in some other manner, which would protect you from death. But, for it to work, you had to have something deadly happen. In this case, it was being shot. But you would appear dead for three days, and then, the drug would come into effect." Scully explained patiently.

Mulder had about fifteen more questions, that are easily answered if you hadn't been buried for 2 and half days, and you had read the first few pages of this story.

Scully went over to the desk where she had put the cigarette in a baggie. She picked it up. "He's at the Smoking Man's house."

Krycek was lain out on a hard metal table. Two men and a woman in black suits hovered over him. They did multiple searches for a pulse, heartbeat, anything that would indicate life. They found none.

The simple looking house in the middle of the woods looked so innocent. There were no houses around for miles. No one could have known of the tests that were being performed on many innocent people.

Scully pulled Krycek's computer out from his small leather bag. "Doesn't this guy own anything that's not leather?" she asked to no one while opening the leather case on the laptop.

Jaclyn grinned. "No…I don't believe so. She sat down on the bed, next to Scully.

"Well, if ideas are all we've got, that's what we'll use. Start with idea number one. Leather?"

"No kidding. I never thought of him as the comic book type." She said while typing it in. "Nope. Not it. If it's anything like my computer, you have to get it in three tries it won't let you in until like twenty-four hours later. And we don't have that kind of time."

"Yeah…that's the name of his sister. She died when he was like sixteen. He doesn't talk about her much. But she could be his password." Jaclyn said hopefully.

Mulder came out of the bathroom. "Ahhh…After being buried for a few days, nothing is better than a nice long shower…what are you doing?"

"Hacking into Krycek's computer" said Scully without looking up from the screen.

Jaclyn looked at him and smiled. "We're trying to find where the tests are located. We think somewhere in Massachusetts or Connecticut. Somewhere with forests and trees, secluded."

"Tests?" Mulder asked. Before she could answer him he said, "Um, I have no clean clothes. I was buried in these. Can I get something else?"

"Sure," said Jaclyn, "Alex's clothes will be a little tight on you. You have a bigger build, but it'll be alright. And tests, meaning, the tests that are being done with drugs. Uh, you were kinda special. They just wanted to know if it would work, and they gave us all of that alien crap so Scully wouldn't call up the FBI and blow the cover." She went over and got some of Krycek's clothes from his bag. "Hope you like leather."

Mulder went back into the bathroom to change. Right as he did so Scully cussed at the computer. "It won't give me anything."

Jaclyn took the computer from her and typed in a few things. She swore at it and then typed in more stuff. Then swore at it again. She typed in something else, pounding on the keys. "Aha! Here we go. A cabin in the middle of the woods in Connecticut. I bet that's it."

Scully grabbed the laptop from her. She read it for a few seconds. "This has to be it."

Mulder came from the bathroom. "Okay, tight is an understatement." The black T-shirt looked like it was painted on.

Both women looked up. Then they proceeded to check him out like teenagers at the mall. Jaclyn spoke up. "Mulder, stay at the cheap motel with me."

Scully cracked up. "Come on we have top get to Connecticut." She said still giggling. She tossed Mulder Krycek's jacket. You give it back when we find him…is that clear?"

Scully slowly pulled up to a small cabin. Jaclyn, in the backseat, got out of her seatbelt, and stuck her head in between the two seats, where Mulder and Scully sat. She pointed at one of the black cars that sat in the driveway. "That's the car Alex and I took to the café that day."

"Looks like we came to the right spot", Mulder said when a tall man in a black suit emerged from the cabin. He stood outside and lit up a cigarette. He was mumbling something.

"Listen, Scully. I know the risks. I worked for the risks. I just want to get Alex out of there, and all four of us safe. No matter what. It's important to me. Nothing else has ever been this important." With that Jaclyn got out of the car and moved toward the house.

She walked up closer to the man. She reached into her coat and pulled out Krycek's gun. She needed protection. This would supply it. Or at least she hoped it would. She could now hear what he was saying. "That man thinks he can do whatever he wants. Why is he the only one allowed to smoke during the testing?" He went on like this for a little while longer, until he had no cigarette left. He pulled out another one and lit it.

Jaclyn came up from behind him. She placed the gun to his neck and covered his mouth. "Hi, you have to help me, of you die. Does that sound easy?" He nodded slowly. She went on, "You have to not say a word to the Smoking Man. I know you work for him. I know you." She smiled. She had seen this man before, but didn't know his name or anything like that. He was another face in the crowd, until now.

Scully hit the steering wheel with her hand. "What is she doing? Is she insane?"

Mulder tried to calm her down, but considering it was usually the other way around, he was wasn't doing very well.

Jaclyn reached down, with the hand she had covered his mouth with a removed his gun. She stuck it one of her coat pockets. "Okay, all you have to do is let me in. Then you leave and never look back. Go back to whatever you have at home. You don't need this…and quit smoking."

He nodded again. He went over to the screen door and opened it. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the second door. He looked at her and said slowly. "Good Luck."

It was the first time she had heard that phrase not in Russian, in a long time. She smiled "Get out of here." When he walked away she looked out at the car where Mulder and Scully sat. She gave them a look. The look told them not to worry, and whatever happens, happens. Then she took a deep breath and walked in.

Scully stopped freaking out at her. She just nodded her head. "This is it, Mulder. I think this may be it."

Jaclyn didn't know her way through this particular cabin, but most of them were alike, and she knew so many of them, so well. She knew about where the testing would be done on the innocent people. Krycek wasn't innocent, not by a long shot, but if this was a test of what you deserved…she should have been the one there.

She walked past an open door. She turned back around. She went over to the door and peered in. There were six men standing in there, including the Smoking Man. She listened to them speak for a few minutes. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped to herself. It was over, she was caught. She turned around slowly. She came face to face with someone she knew. She had known him for a long time. A man by the name of Jeffery Spender.

She knew enough not to speak here, but on the inside she was bursting. They all thought he was dead. He made a 'follow me' gesture with his hand. She nodded and followed him. He led her to a small almost empty room. All that was inside was the table where Krycek was laid. She moved for Krycek. She took his hand. She looked up at Spender. "Jeff, will he be alright?"

He smiled. "Yes. They gave him the drug, and stabbed him. He'll be fine in a few days."

"Okay…next question…what are you doing here…alive?" Jaclyn said to Spender, but was looking at Krycek.

"We are dealing with a wonder drug here, aren't we? I knew that I was in danger. When the drug was still in testing stages, I was used as a subject. I volunteered. This was before my father got involved as heavily as he is now. He still doesn't know."

Jaclyn nodded. "Alright…I'll take your word for it. We have to get him out of here. Mulder and Scully are waiting out in the car."

"Long story, I'll tell you later. Let's get him out of here, leave, and then get away. At least get you away."

"Right," she went for the window. She looked out at the car. She didn't see anyone outside, so she waved her arm, until she caught Mulder's attention.

Down at the car, Mulder saw her. He touched Scully's arm. "There…Jaclyn needs help."

Scully nodded. She got out of the car. So did Mulder. They walked slowly to the window where Jaclyn was.

Jaclyn smiled. "Hey, we need your help. Come into the house, and help Jeff and I get Alex outta here." She gave them directions to the room where they were.

It wasn't until they got to the front stoop when Scully looked at her partner, "Jeff? As in, Spender Jeff?"

They walked into the house slowly. They got through with no problems. All of the rooms they passed were empty. They got to the room and standing there was Jaclyn and Spender.

Spender looked at their shocked faces. "No time for that now. We have to get him out of here."

They found that it was a folding table, like they use on ambulances. They lowered it and wheeled the table out of there. It was: Jaclyn, Spender, table, Mulder and then Scully. They seemed a bit ragtag, but that didn't stop them they had a lousy plan. It wasn't well planned at all. They didn't have time to plan. They just went with it. They walked as quietly as possible through the halls. But when the Smoking Man stepped out from one of the rooms there was nothing to do about it. He saw them right away.

"Well, what do we have here?" He pulled a pack of Morley's from his coat pocket. He pulled one out and lit it. He waited for an answer.

"I have over twenty men in here. One gunfire and you and, your friends here are dead. I don't want that. You don't want that. Let's not have to go to those extremes."

"Let them through. I'll stay until you tell me what you want from us. You want our lives? You want to make our lives hell? Well, you've already done that. You have controlled the way we see everything. Isn't that enough?" Jaclyn was saying this quietly with a force that is only used when one is hurt. Cut so deeply that they will do anything to get what they need. Need to survive. The need for someone else to survive.

"Anyone who has used the drug to substantiate life is mine. I bought them. What is inside of them, I own. You and agent Scully may leave if you'd like. I have no further business with the two of you."

"When hell freezes over, Smokey." She pulled out Krycek's gun. "They can kill me. I have no drug inside of me. But I'm not letting you get away with it. I'd rather die than be your property."

Every being in the building made their way to the hall where the Smoking Man lay, dead. They saw Jaclyn with the gun in her hand. She was too shocked to move. She had never shot anyone before.

Mass hysteria. It was the only way to describe it. Jaclyn turned to her friends. Her real true friends, the only ones she had. "Get out her-"

Though in shock, Spender pushed the table back toward Mulder and Scully, "You heard her, move it!"

They went through the side door that they were originally going for. They went for their car. After carefully placing Krycek in the backseat the three of them got into the car and sped off.

Krycek woke up that day. Mulder, Scully, and Spender were there when he did. It was over whelming for him.

"Mulder woke up the morning after they took you. And we found Spender, here, when we went to rescue you. He had used the drug before he was shot."

The three of them got uncomfortable. They looked at each other, the floor, anywhere, but at Krycek's face.

He could tell. He got close to afraid. Meaning, as close as he gets to afraid. Which usually isn't close, but this was different. "What happened?"

He lay back onto his pillows and closed his eyes. Tears began to fall from his eyes. "She didn't have the drug did she? There was no way of saving her."

Scully looked down at the floor. "No…there wasn't. She died respectfully. The way everyone wants to die. For a noble cause. For a reason."

"Also…the Smoking Man is dead. I performed the autopsy. There were no drugs in his system."

Krycek smiled a small, sad smile. "It's over. There's nothing left. It's all died."

Mulder looked at the ground. "It's not all over. There's still us. There are still the things that bind us. It's never over. No matter what you do. It's not over until you die."

Krycek smiled. It was a genuine smile. The smile you don't often see from this man. "Well, isn't Jaclyn the lucky one."