Title: Serious: Part 5
Author: Tara Thorne
E-Mail: as346@chebucto.ns.ca
Disclaimer: Hmm. Fox, Chris,
1013…if they were really worried about copyright
infringement we'd ALL be shut down.
Summary: The musings of Alex
Krycek. NO the story has not progressed any further than it
did in Part 3. This is Part 5, and Part 3 was Mulder's
musings, Part 4 Scully's, so logically ol Ratboy (I kid
because I love) should get to have his side of the story.
Really.
Rating: PG-13. A
little bit of language. Krycek has a potty mouth alright?
Spoilers: Tunguska, Terma
Note: Parts 1 thru 4 are a
lovely addition to this one, interestingly numbered Part 5. Ah, I
love irritating people. To irritate them, that is, not
actual irritating people. Anyway, any of you "Death to
Ratboy" people are going to be unpleasantly surprised to
learn Krycek does *not* get shot by Mulder, in fact I haven't
decided yet. A lot of responses arrived in a cyber-glow of
confusion…I love it…mwa ha ha…
Alex Krycek sat up with difficulty. He was bleeding over everything, and he felt bad about that. But it was Mulder's fault.
If the bastard would stop punching him all the time, he wouldn't keep making a mess everywhere.
He had seen Dana get up as he was flying by, but was now unaware of her location. His head was spinning badly and he thought he felt a few splinters in his back from where the table had snapped.
Mulder you ass
He didn't understand why Mulder always had to take it upon himself to right every situation he was in, when most often it had nothing to do with him. Most of the time.
Definitely not *this* time
He heard Mulder scream Dana's name and he looked up quickly. Dana was standing to his right, and Mulder directly in front of him, thankfully about ten feet away.
What's he going on about?
Krycek pondered this as he reached his arm behind him and slowly pulled himself up onto the rice-covered couch. Mobility was often difficult with this blasted thing, and now was no exception. Plus, he was sure he was about to pass out from loss of blood. He looked down and noticed his formerly crisp, white button-down was now stained red, and that upset him momentarily. He'd wanted to look good for her.
Her
The word echoed through his mind as he watched her tortured face and he knew she was facing the ultimate internal struggle as her eyes flitted between him and Mulder.
He'd never had a "her" before two years ago, not anyone he'd considered anyway. In all honesty, he didn't have one now, and doubted he would have anything by the time *this* night ended.
Sigh
It always had to be so difficult. He often wished it were otherwise, that he didn't have so many enemies, that he wasn't always on the run, and that he didn't have to watch out for anything and everything.
Maybe then I'd still have two arms
Had the circumstances been different at the moment, he would have laughed out loud at his own derogatory thought. Shit, he still had to explain it all to her, though he didn't expect to talk to her again, not the way this night was going.
So pretty
He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch as she turned to Mulder, that fool. Oh, how he hated that man.
It was satisfying, this whole situation was. Even though Krycek knew he would lose her now, he *had* had her. For awhile, anyway. And it would be one of the greatest moments of his life when Mulder found out how long it *had* been.
What the?
His eyes flickered open as he sunk down into the couch. Startled, he raised his head and was astonished to see Dana sitting beside him. She wasn't looking at him, her gaze was locked on Mulder, but she was beside *him*. She had chosen HIM!
I don't believe it
He was dumbfounded, but attempted not to show it as he remained sitting, nonchalantly and arrogantly.
Mulder's face was incredulous as he backpedalled to find something to sit on. His eyes were hge and his mouth had dropped open slightly, making him look delightfully stupid.
Take that
Krycek leaned over slightly, just enough to be touching Dana, who couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Mulder. His action infuriated the Agent, and Krycek smelled victory when Dana didn't move.
Slowly and confidently Krycek reached over and out his "hand" on Dana's.
Ha
Although confused about the wonderful turn of events, Krycek nonetheless expected Dana to jerk away, but all she did was glance down at him with a quick smile. A fake one though.
So pretty
Krycek closed his eyes again, enjoying the warmth of Dana's body. Regardless of what had just happened, he knew he wouldn't feel her heat much loner, and that saddened him. Nothing had ever been good in his life, and the one thing-
Huh?
His eyes flew open as he felt Dana fall on him. Had she passed out?
He couldn't tell, because he had been leaning and now her back was in his face, blocking his view, although that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
What the hell is going on?
He struggled to push himself up but he was stuck in an odd position and she had him pinned down.
He managed to raise up enough to peek over her waist.
And he saw the barrel of the gun.
End Part Five
Continued in Part Six.
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