Title: One day, some day Rating R for language - NC-17 Summary: Krycek, Scully and a deserted island; need I say more? Additionally, for all intents and purposes, Krycek has both arms; he needs them; TRUST ME. Spoilers: Anything goes - you have hereby been warned. Disclaimer: Krycek, Scully, Mulder, and any other X-files character are not mine. I am simply borrowing them. All other non-X-files characters are fictitious. *FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.* Feedback: `Course, sent to Morley97@hotmail.com, but be gentle, this is my first time. Archive: Please ask. Special thanks go out to my husband for his patience and honest opinions and to God for all our blessings, and last but not least, to Jessie Detroit for her encouragement and for the tip, “Write for yourself”, which I have taken to heart. Now on with the show. ********** I still recall the walks along the beaches And the way your hair glisten in the sun Rising in the afternoon Making love to you under the moon, oh Do you remember all the nights were spent in silence Every single breath you took was mine We can have it all again Say that you’ll be with me when the sun brings her hear to mine “Endless Summer Nights” by Richard Marx Waldorf Astoria Presidential Suite, New York Wednesday, August 29 -1:01 p.m. “Mr. Mulder appears to be getting too close to the truth, again,” he said as smoke circled all around him and his company. “I believe a diversion may take care of this situation. Don't you agree, gentlemen?” he asked smugly; to which his constituents nodded. “Very well, then,” CSM spoke. “You are to kidnap Agent Scully. Do use any means necessary to obtain her. I'm sure that won't be problem for you all; am I correct?” he said with a sneer. “She is to be taken to Landa Island. It's an island not many people have heard of; it's off to the North of Costa Rica. A gentleman by the name of Jack Killian will fly you there via his Cessna. Here are the directions to where you are to meet him,” he said as he slipped a piece of paper across the table and into the hands of Alex Krycek. Krycek looked over the directions, memorized them and handed them over to his wanton partner to be for this assignment. ‘Great, kidnap Scully again and then watch Mulder go ape-shit,’ Krycek thought as he got up from his chair and started to make his way out of CSM's suite. The smoke was making him sick, let alone the old prune’s presence made him feel even worse. ‘Another meaningless assignment. I can't believe this shit. If Mulder bothers him so much why the hell doesn't he just get rid of him, permanently,’ he thought to himself as he approached the elevator and pressed the button to go down to the lobby, all at the same time taking a great interest in his boots. Of course, getting rid of Mulder would be his pleasure, but Scully, he didn't think he could handle causing her any more pain than he'd already had. ‘What the hell does she see in that jerk anyway? Always bossing her around and ditching her. I can't believe Scully. Why the fuck does she put up with his shit?’ he thought, but still he couldn't do that to Scully. No more pain, never again; not unless it was to save her life. Alex Krycek new first hand what the deaths of Melissa and Emily had done to Scully, as well as the missing three months of her life, and the haunting nightmares she experienced. He had front row tickets to her life and hours and hours of duplicated surveillance tapes of her apartment, which he watched religiously and wished to God he could be there for her. Krycek knew her every habit and fetish, the music she loved, food she craved, books she read and who she called out to in the middle of pleasuring herself. He didn't think Mulder deserved to have his name uttered in the most erotic tone of voice he'd ever heard, but nonetheless it was Mulder she cried out for, and he could only wish it was him instead. Although, Krycek’s fondness for Scully grew more and more with each passing day; it wouldn't be until a year or so later, after he started surveillance of Scully's apartment, that he finally got his chance to meet the woman that literally took his breathe away. He would often recall the day he met her, even though it wasn't a pretty one, it was one of his fantasies come true. ‘She's beautiful,’ he thought as he looked at her thru the window of the door leading into the autopsy bay. He couldn't help, but gawk; and then soon enough he and Mulder made their way into the bay. Upon entering, Krycek noticed the look of utter happiness in Scully's eyes when she saw Mulder enter the bay. He, for a second, wondered if they were more than just partners, but quickly dismissed the thought and moved in to introduce himself to her, but Scully only nodded and turned to Mulder, completely ignoring him as if she and Mulder were the only two people on this earth. He remembered feeling jealous of Mulder for getting Scully's exclusive attention, but he knew the love Mulder felt for Scully was no match to his love for her. ‘It doesn't matter,’ he thought to himself. ‘One day, some day you will be mine,’ and with that he walked out of the autopsy bay not knowing if he'd ever see her again. Like Scully, Krycek was also haunted by nightmares. Nightmares mostly consisting of Scully's blood curdling screams in the night. Screams he brought upon her because of his hand in her kidnapping, because of his three little words, "Scully's a problem." They promised she wouldn’t be harmed and that not a single hair on her head would be touched. So, he helped Duane Barry kidnap Scully and then disappeared, but on the day he was finally told where she was and what was being done to her, he knew he had to get her out of there. So with the help of the Well- Manicured Man, he broke into the facility Scully was being held at, and kidnapped her back. He carried her limp, abused body to his car, where he gently laid her on the back seat. She looked so small and frail, but beautiful, nevertheless. Krycek ran his fingers thru her hair and down her cheek and softly ran his thumb over her red, ripe lips, before shutting the door and heading for the nearest hospital emergency room. Driving into the parking lot, he saw that an ambulance had just pulled into the emergency entrance and new that this would be his chance to get out unnoticed due the commotion, but before he got out, he leaned into the back seat to take one last look at the woman who would forever be forbidden to him, and gently kissed her on the mouth and whispered to her, "I'm sorry, plamenaya malyishka. I never meant to harm you." Krycek walked over to the convenience store across the street from the hospital and called 911. He only waited long enough to see two attendants rush out with a gurney. Never would Mulder and Scully know he was the one responsible for her sudden appearance. That's why he had to think fast. ‘Jesus, Scully alone on an island. Why doesn't Spender just keep her somewhere else? Somewhere she'd for sure get what she needed, where she'd be under guard, safe, clothed and fed. Hell, I'll keep an eye on her for that matter’, he grumbled as he kicked the wall with his steel toe boot. ‘Okay, okay, dumbass think,’ he told himself as he started to pace back and forth like a caged animal, and then, it hit him. ‘Got it. I'll call Ryan and have him drop supplies off for Scully; close to a fresh water source; she's bound to go their first.’ He mentally started making a list; he'd have to make sure she didn't go without anything for at least a month, just to play it safe. ‘Don't want the old smoking bastard getting all suspicious on my ass,’ he mumbled under his breath. ‘As soon as the coast is clear, I’ll tell Mulder where Scully is at, and hope he doesn’t beat the crap out of me.’ Krycek looked up and down the hall and when he saw that he was the only occupant; he took out his cell phone and dialed Ryan. “Yeah, this better be important! I'm in the middle of watching a game! What the fuck do you want?!” Ryan yelled into the mouthpiece. “How about you get a caller id?” Krycek laughed. “Alex, you old son of a bitch. How the hell are you? Where are you?” Ryan asked with a smile. “Good man. I’m in New York on business; how you hanging?” “Good, good. Can't complain. So what's up?” “Well, I need you to hook me with some supplies.” “Weapons?” “No man,” ‘although that wouldn't be such a bad idea,’ Krycek thought. “I need you to get some camping equipment and supplies together for me. Especially, a tent; any size will do; some waterproof matches. I'll need about a month's supply of everything,” he said. “Hey, start writing this down suka.” “Okay, okay, hold your wad, gimme a sec,” Ryan quickly got up and came back with a pad and pencil. “Alright, man shoot,” Ryan took down the list Krycek gave him along with the name of the island and instructions to drop off another month's supply if he didn't hear from him by then. “Okay, that all? I think you're forgetting the kitchen sink, man,” Ryan asked. “Yeah, well, now that you mention it. A few more things man. I need a pair of hiking boots, women’s, size 5. Some shorts and t-shirts, small or size 2 whatever you find. Got it?” ‘Jesus I really do know too much about this woman,’ he thought to himself. “Got it.” Ryan asked no questions, just did as told. That's what Krycek liked so much about his best friend. They said their goodbyes and hung up. Forgetting the game, Ryan dressed and stepped out into the hot California sun and headed over to the nearest army surplus supply store to do some serious shopping. ********** Ryan Seknav and Alex Krycek, grew up on the streets of Russia. They were best friends, street smart, and partners in crime. If there was ever anything you wanted, they were the ones to go to; experts in the art of thievery. Both were born in Connecticut; their mothers American; fathers Russian; whom were Science professors at a local community college in Connecticut. When Alex and Ryan were about two years of age, their parents were forced to move to Russia due to the racial strains of the sixties. Soon after their arrival, Mr. Krycek and Mr. Seknav began to work for the government, and were compelled to live a life of secrecy; for they were working on the ultimate weapon of destruction. After fifteen years of clandestine life, Ryan’s father approached his superiors with his resignation; a gesture that was not taken lightly. Fearing that Mr. Seknav would turn spy; contracts were ordered. That evening, as the Seknavs and Kryceks left their favorite restaurant, all four were viciously gunned down; leaving Alex and Ryan orphaned. Immediately following their parents’ funerals, both Alex and Ryan boarded a ship headed for New York, and with their street smarts they survived many a days. Ryan quickly became immersed in the life of drug dealing; a trade Krycek didn’t care to embark. He supported himself the only way he knew how, larceny; until the fateful night that he became a professional assassin. ********** After he said good-bye to Ryan, Krycek hung up his cell phone and continued pacing around until he was brought back to reality by the chiming of the elevator doors. ‘About fucking time, and where the hell is that prick Cortez,’ he growled. Hector Cortez silently nodded and accepted a very thick envelope that was handed to him by CSM. “You know the plan. Not unless you'd like to join your cousin, then I expect nothing but success,” CSM said as he put out his cigarette and made for another one. “Kill them both, pilot as well. I want no witnesses. Krycek's death is our only chance against the Rebels. Without him they'll know no more of our plans for the invasion.” “Success, senor Spender, always, always,” Cortez said as he turned on his heel and headed out the door. ********** Hector Cortez was a tall, shabby looking man with a thick Spanish accent. His hair was a sloppy mess he miraculously held together with a New York Yankees cap. His jeans appeared to have gone ten rounds with a weed whacker and his button down shirt wore his lunch. His exterior was meant to deceive. It was nothing more than a distraction and he wore it well. Cortez' first impression of Krycek's all black attire screamed “Killer for Hire”. Appearances meant nothing to him as it did to his cousin Luis Cardinale, except unlike his happy, trigger finger cousin, Cortez was a very experienced assassin, as well as a pilot, and had the ability to operate just about any type of machinery. The countless notches under his belt were no match to his cousin’s; his only competition was Krycek. Krycek finally caught sight of Cortez from his peripheral vision; he looked up and hissed, “What the fuck took you so long?” Cortez answered innocently, “Nothing, maestro, sorry. I had to tie my shoe laces.” ‘God what a loser,’ Krycek thought to himself as he looked down at Cortez' sneakers. “How the hell do you plan on running away from a scene in those things if you can't keep them tied? You need some boots. Listen, get your shit together or I do this alone,” he spat as he entered the elevator. ********** J. Edgar Hoover Bldg. Basement Friday, August 31 - 4:45 p.m. Start of the Labor Day weekend Crap, crap, crap. Nothing, but crap cases, I mutter under my breath as I look up from my computer screen to the clock on the wall. Yes; only 15 minutes till the 3-day weekend. God I am so looking forward to some time off from work. Maybe I’ll finally get around to reading my new Danielle Steel book and the medical journals I purchased this morning. You know, in the time that you’ve been employed here, Dana, you’ve never once called in sick or for that matter had the opportunity to take a vacation. Then again with Mulder hauling you cross-country and all. Yep, a long weekend is all you need Dana darling to help you relax. I start to put away my files when I hear the all too familiar chime of the elevator and someone's hurriedly footsteps; Mulder. Who else would come down to the basement at this hour, especially at the start of a weekend?! Damn, I wanted to finish filing before he got here. We’ve been; or should I say, I’ve been somewhat tacit towards him. That I love you bit from a couple of weeks ago is still pestering me. I can’t believe the audacity of that man. How can he joke about something so sensitive? I love Mulder, really I do. I honestly would want a relationship with him, but he seems to love nothing else but his truth. I was so delighted to hear him say those words, but annoyed because I knew it was only the drugs talking. I think Mulder’s caught on to why I’m giving him the silent treatment, but what good would that do; he’s so dense I doubt he even knows what I’m upset about. Shutting the file cabinet I turn around, and low and behold, who else but my partner, Special Agent Fox William Mulder, comes sauntering on in to our office; or rather his office, since my name is still not on the door. Anyway, he’s walking on in with this ear- to-ear, goofy grin plastered on his face, and clutching a suspicious looking piece of paper. He slaps this piece of paper onto his desk; sits down and lifts his long legs and places his arms up on top of his head. Oh no. I know that look, and if my eyes don't deceive me I’m beginning to think this three-day weekend is going to be a no weekend. I grab my briefcase and place it on my desk, which I might add, Mulder finally got for me, and at the same time I try to ignore Mulder's “guess what I've got here look.” Oh, God here it comes. “Guess what I got here Scully.” “I don't know Mulder, but I'm afraid you're going to tell me anyway,” I say as I give him my most evil look. He quickly gets up from his desk and in two long strides reaches my desk, which, I previously mentioned he finally got for me. Receiving this desk in and of itself was a miracle. The day I walked in here and saw it I thought someone had stashed it away here thinking this was some kind of storage room, but anyway that's another story. I’m looking up at Mulder, whom once again is invading my personal space, which I don’t usually mind, but I’m pissed as momma hen right now. I snatch the paper from him and without even looking at it I ask, “What’s this?” “It's a surprise. Come on hurry take a look.” I look at the piece of paper, and I immediately recognize it as a 302. An approved 302 with Assistant Director Walter Skinner's doctor-like signature at the bottom. Destination: Alaska. Assignment: Abominable Snowman. “We leave at 8:00 o'clock tonight, Scully. Oh, and this time don't forget your snow boots.” I’m seeing red; dark, blood-like red. I quickly grab my briefcase; throw the 302 to the floor, storm out and high-tail it to the elevator. Mulder runs out after me and has the nerve to ask me in his whiniest voice, “Scully, what's wrong? This is great news. We've finally got permission to do this.” I snap my head up to face him; wait, hold on, did I just hear him say, “we've” finally got permission. All right this is the last straw G-man. First you ridicule me with your I love you and now this bullshit. I start to yell at him with the fury of a tornado. “What the hell do you mean we, Mulder?! The abominable snowman is your deal, not mine. All these X-files are your deal. Nothing here is mine. Never mind I'm the star of a few X-files. This crap is all about you Mulder,” I say as I turn to punch the elevator button again. “Hey, I know, Mulder. Why don't we put a 302 out for the Easter bunny, too? I saw him last April at the mall and by golly Mulder he was the real thing I swear,” I’m being sarcastic of course; and then Mulder proceeds to give me the look. “No, Mulder, that sad, puppy dog face of yours is not gonna work this time. This is a three-day weekend Mulder and I have plans. Can't you for once be considerate of anyone other than yourself?!” I bawl as I get into the elevator. ********** Can't you for once be considerate of anyone other than yourself?! The words ring over and over in my head as I stare at the reflective, closed elevator doors after Scully's departure. I'm considerate. I walk back into my office and immediately come face to face with her desk. I got her a desk. What the hell more does she want? I’m standing in the middle of my office; and looking around, I see my 'I WANT TO BELIEVE' poster, various photos of UFOs, crop circles, aliens, Lockness and other photos of supernatural phenomena and realize what Scully means. This office IS all me, except for the second-hand desk, that’s now Scully’s, and the black coffee mug that sits on it. Everything else is mine and mine alone. I got to let her cool off first. Come Tuesday morning I'll talk to her about re-decorating "our" office and making it feel hers too. I love Scully; really I do, but my search for the truth is an obsession I can’t let go. I told her I loved her, but she didn't believe me. She thought it was the drugs talking, but I really did mean it. I tried telling her again, but I could never seem to get the words out. She’s upset. I know she is; she thinks I’m hollow, but I know why she’s giving me the silent treatment. She thinks I don’t love her, when in reality I love her more than life itself; more than the X-files, which I’m willing to let go of; and I’ll prove it to her come Tuesday morning. I pick up my phone to dial her cell, but only get her voice mail. She knew I'd call that's why she turned it off. Well, I can always leave her a message on her machine at home. Her machine picks up on the fourth ring, “Hi. You've reached Dana Scully. I'm not here right now, but if you'd like to leave your name and number, I'll call you back as soon as possible. Thanks.” Beep. “Scully, it's me. Listen, I'm sorry about this afternoon. I really am. I'd like to talk about this, okay. Enjoy your weekend and we'll talk Tuesday morning. Scully? Scully if you’re there please pick up. Scully? I love you. Goodnight.” I hang up, take a deep breath, gather my things together and give myself a little pep talk. “All right Mulder, you will not think about this afternoon anymore. Everything will work out just fine. You will tell her how you feel come Tuesday morning and soon you’ll both be on your way to a new and beautiful relationship.” ********** Dana Scully's apartment 6:03 p.m. Krycek stood in the shadows of Scully's living room reliving the day Melissa was murdered. ‘Damn Cardinale, why the hell didn't he wait till I gave the order,’ he told himself. Krycek wasn't going to kill Scully, nor Melissa, he'd planned on killing Cardinale, before Scully could come home, but Melissa walked in and surprised them both. Cardinale freaked and shot. ‘God, what a horrible night that was,’ he mumbled. Krycek was soon startled out of his reverie by the ringing of the phone. On the fourth ring the machine picked up. “Scully, its me. Listen, I'm sorry about this afternoon. I really am. I'd like to talk about this, okay. Enjoy your weekend and we'll talk Tuesday morning. Scully? Scully if you’re there please pick up. Scully? I love you. Goodnight.” ‘Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what a pathetic ass. I love you. To her machine. Way to go Romeo. Come on Mulder you've really got to do better than that.’ ‘Yep, I can see it know; she’s falling head over heels for you all right.’ ‘You are one damn, lucky son of bitch to have Scully always at your beck and call, Mulder. You know she'd do just about anything for you, and you, you only take her for granted.’ Just then he heard the rattling of keys and knew Scully was home. ********** Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully fumed and cussed all the way home. She was a sailor's daughter after all. The words she spit out would have put any full fledge sailor to shame. Just before reaching her apartment, she ran out of words; and breath, but she felt better. A whole lot better. She grabbed her things from the passenger seat, exited her vehicle and strolled up to her apartment. “All right Dana,” she said to herself as she turned the key in the doorknob. “As of this instance, you are not to think of this afternoon. You will relax and think no more.” She stepped into her apartment, threw her briefcase, purse and coat onto the floor and then turned to shut and lock herself in for the night; not even bothering with the lights; she wasn't planning on spending any time in her living room anyway. Walking across to her bedroom, she noticed the red light on her machine and immediately knew it was Mulder. She continued walking into her bedroom and then into her bathroom to start a hot bath, when she was suddenly hit by a pang of guilt. “Alright, alright. I'll listen to the damn messages,” she said aloud as she poured a generous amount of her favorite bubble bath under the tap. She stripped down to her bra and panties and headed for the living room. ********** Krycek could hear Scully in her bathroom. He distinctively heard her scolding herself about listening to her messages and knew that it was time to get this dog and pony show on the road. He saw her silhouette advance towards him and the answering machine, and Lord have mercy; he almost came in his pants. The glowing vision before him was breathtaking. Scully stood before him in nothing, but a skimpy, black, lace bra and matching panties, and after pressing the rewind button on her machine; she proceeded to remove her bra. Krycek could do nothing, but stare. He was awe struck. She looked so beautiful; her breasts small, but plentiful. ‘Woman, you will be the death of me,’ he thought as he tried to make room in his jeans for his straining manhood. He reached into his jacket's pocket and pulled out the syringe filled with the knockout drug he'd prepared earlier, readied himself, and lunged at Scully, covering her mouth with his left hand and injecting her with his right. ********** Scully proceeded to remove her bra, unbeknownst of Krycek’s presence, and gently massaged her breasts as she listened to her messages. “You have three messages. First message, left today at 10:00 a.m.” “Hey, Dana, it's Karen. Still set for Saturday night? Gimme a call.” “Second message, left today at 5:33 p.m.” “Dana, honey, its mom. Just calling to let you know I'm in Florida already. Bill and Tara send their love. I’ll call you on Tuesday. Bye, honey.” “Third message, left today at 5:56 p.m.” “Scully, it's m---,” and that was all she heard right before she felt a pin prick on her right arm. Scully made an attempt to turn around to face her attacker, but the drugs where quick, and soon she felt her body giving out. Her last thought was of Mulder. ‘Shit! She's stronger than I thought,’ Krycek mumbled to himself as he gently laid her on the floor and tried unsuccessfully to not look at her bare breasts. “Jesus, I'm only human; even a blind man would notice,” he said adjusting the crotch of his jeans. He got up and looked around for something to wrap around Scully. ‘I sure as hell can't just take you like that.’ Krycek remembered Scully throwing her coat down by the door and went over to get it. He easily lifted her and thought she seemed lighter than the last time he found himself in this predicament. ‘Scully, devotchka, I hope your eating. I can't have you getting sick on that island, but I promise I'll send Mulder out there to get you as soon as its safe to resurrect you.’ ************* Carter Military Base, Washington, D.C. Same evening Hanger #42 Krycek pulled his vehicle up into the entrance of the hanger where both, Cortez and Jack Killian, were waiting for him. Cortez walked up to the passenger side window and looked into the back seat at Scully. “Everything okay jefe?” he asked Krycek without taking his eyes off of Scully. “Yeah, no problems. Pilot ready to go?” Krycek asked looking over at Jack and then back at Cortez. “Si; said why anyone wanted to go to that island was beyond him,” he said in his thick accent as he quickly turned to look at Krycek and then back at Scully. Krycek noticed the look of lust in Cortez' eyes and wished to God he could slug the bastard. “Did he ask many questions?” “No. Just said as long as he got his money he didn't care who went where and why,” Cortez said, finally taking his eyes off of Scully. “Good. Let him know we're ready to go.” “Si senor,” Cortez said as he attempted a hand salute. Wearing his most evil smile, Cortez walked back into the hanger knowing he’d found Krycek’s weakness. Krycek watched Cortez as he walked back into the hanger before exiting the vehicle and reaching in for Scully. He didn't like the way Cortez was staring at Scully; it made his skin crawl. “Christ, just to think of what could happen if I leave you alone for even a minute.” ********** Once they were all settled in the Cessna, Cortez and the pilot in the cockpit, Krycek and Scully in the passenger seats; he let his eyes roam over Scully's body. He nestled her as best he could, given the circumstances, and covered her with a blanket. She looked so peaceful, and he wondered what, if at all, she was dreaming. He wished she could always sleep this peaceful. For once, she didn't seem to be haunted by nightmares. Looking down at his wristwatch, he took the seat across the aisle from Scully’s and more or less estimated their flight would be about six hours long. He leaned back into his seat, shut his eyes and before he knew it, was fast asleep. ********** Krycek was startled out of his sleep when he felt the solid end of a .380 auto jab his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Cortez pointing the offending .380 right at Scully's head. “What the fuck do you think you're doing asshole?” he spat at Cortez. “My job. Now, Mr. Krycek, please hand me your weapons. Very slowly.” “Weapons? I've only got one,” Krycek said trying to bluff him. “Don't fuck with me cabrone. Do I look that stupid to you? I know you carry two. One in your jacket and the other on your ankle. So unless you want to see your very bonita friend here styling bullet holes, I suggest you hand them over.” “Okay, all right. Just leave her out of this.” Krycek said reaching into his jacket for his .45 magnum and then pulled his .380 out of its ankle holder and handed them both over to Cortez. “So, where's the pilot of this tin can?” Krycek asked Cortez. “Let's just say he got a little tired and decided to take a permanent nap,” he said as he emptied Krycek's weapons and threw them under Scully's seat. “My little friend, auto-pilot, is handling the flying for now.” “Okay Alejandro, get up nice and easy and walk on over to the cockpit. We'll be landing soon and I don't want you trying to save this damsel in distress.” Krycek got up off his seat and slowly made his way up to the front of the Cessna, but right before he reached the door to the cockpit he noticed a parachute pack on the floor to his left and immediately knew that this plane was not only going to land, but crash land with him and Scully as its’ only passengers. Krycek turned to look back at Cortez and saw that he was right behind him with gun and rope in hand. ‘It's now or never,’ he thought, and then suddenly, Krycek stopped, tapped his right boot with his left, which produced a small, ice pick-like blade. Cortez never knew what hit him. Krycek swiftly turned and executed a round house kick to his neck, slashing Cortez' throat open, but not before he fired a bullet into the roof of the Cessna. ‘Shit!,’ Krycek growled, as he ducked when he heard Cortez' gun fire; and before too long he could feel his stomach in his throat. Krycek got up and looked out the window to try to assess the altitude and immediately saw a patch of land, which he hoped, beyond hope it was Landa Island. He quickly made for the parachute pack, strapped it on, grabbed Scully and headed for the back emergency door. He checked the pack to make sure he had the right cord in hand, adjusted Scully to where he had a good hold on her and right before he jumped, he looked down at her and said, “I am so glad you're not awake to see this,” and jumped. ********** Anchorage, Alaska Eskimo Inn, RM. 206 Saturday, September 1st “Fuck! Don da healers werk round nere?,” Mulder slurred. “Sully. You rrright. Goke, big fucking goke. I'm juss ‘n idiot.” Mulder's adventurous weekend had started off on the wrong foot. First, his argument with Scully, then his flight was delayed for two hours in some God forsaken no name town. How or why, that, you blink you miss town had an airport, in and of itself was an X-file to him. Getting to his motel was no problem, but checking in was a disaster. Front desk service couldn't find his name in their computer and he didn't have his confirmation receipt with him. Scully always handled these things and now without her he was as lost as a needle in a haystack. Finally front desk service found his name, under Ox Muller, but wouldn't give him his room until he identified himself as Ox Muller. After about an hour and a half later, FBI headquarters finally verified that he was indeed Special Agent Fox Mulder and not Ox Muller. “Sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Muller. Plea---” “Mulder, my name is Fox Mulder”, Mulder said as he grabbed his room key from the motel manager. “Yes, I'm very sorry. Please enjoy your stay,” the manager called out to Mulder as he walked back out into the cold in search for his room. As if all that wasn't bad enough, his interview with the Abominable Snowman eyewitness turned out to be nothing but a drunkard’s tale. The eyewitness was so drunk that he confused a moose for the infamous Yeti, and his brother-in-law could testify that it really was a moose. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So instead he went right out to the only bar in town and drank himself sick. ********** After Mulder took a long, hot, shower, he started to feel a little better; even his speech was somewhat back to normal. He channel surfed for a while and then debated whether to call Scully; and then decided, why not. ‘I wonder if she got my message,’ he thought as he dialed her home number without success and then tried her cell phone. No answer either. ‘Well she did have plans. Maybe she went to her mom's or Charlie's or even Bill's place.’ “Oh, Scully, wherever you are I hope you're having a better time than I am”. ********** Shores of Landa Island, Costa Rica Date and time unknown She felt as though she were floating, or rather, as though her body was being roughly shoved forward and then pulled back gently. She could feel cool water lapping at her face, could taste salt in her mouth and could distinctively hear what she made out to be like waves crashing into something solid. She tried opening her eyes, but they were uncooperative and heavy. ‘You need to get up,’ she told herself. So, mustering all the strength she could, she turned over onto her back, counted to five, and attempted to open her eyes, only to have them shut back up tightly when a hot, bright light hit them. ‘I’m at a beach. What the hell happened?’, she asked herself. Scully finally sat up and opened her eyes to a blue, green sea. She could see water as far as the eye could see. “What the---; where the hell I am?,” she spoke aloud. Standing up, she noticed she was only wearing her coat and panties, and then remembered how she got this way; about the coat she had no recollection. She took a few steps to test her legs and then soon noticed a sort of nylon tarp a few feet away. She wrapped her coat around herself as best she could and started walking towards, what she soon realized was a parachute. Reaching it, she lifted one end of it and noticed two boots sticking out from underneath it and frantically started pulling the rest of the parachute off the back of the boots’ owner. Flipping his dead weight over she soon realized who he was, “Krycek,” she spat, and felt for a pulse. “No pulse; great. I should just let you die you bastard; but my Hippocratic Oath won't let me.” Straddling his hips and tilting his head back she took a deep breath and blew into his mouth. ********** Pain, hot, searing, burning pain in his chest, followed by a consistent pounding and the far off voice of a woman's frantic pleadings, was slowly, but surely, bringing Krycek back to the land of the living. “Come on you piece of shit, breathe! One, two, three!,” deep breath and blow. “Krycek you coward wake up!,” she yelled and pounded on his chest, and in moment of panic she slapped him across the face. Krycek suddenly coughed and she turned his head to the side so that he could spit out the water from his lungs. After his coughing fit was over he turned his head back to look at a very furious, but devastatingly beautiful Dr. Dana Scully staring right straight at him. ‘Shit,’ he thought, and did the only thing he could think. He gave her his patented smile and Scully gave him a slap up topside the head. “What the fuck is wrong with you woman?!,” he shouted as he rubbed the top of his head. “Bastard! You lying murderer; piece of shit, motherfucker, son of a bitch!,” she yelled out and then started to psychotically swing her fists at his chest and face. “Hey, stop! Scully! Stop it damn it!,” he yelled at her while trying to get a hold of her arms. ‘Damn feisty thing!’ he mumbled under his breath. Finally getting a good hold on her, he flipped her over on her back, straddled her legs so as to prevent her from kicking his crown jewels and then pinned her arms over her head. Scully continued to fight tooth and nail. She wiggled and tried to kick; she ached her back to try to knock him over, but only managed to undo her coat. “Stop it, Scully! Beating the crap out of me is Mulder's job not yours! Give it up!” he said as he eyeballed her breasts. Krycek’s eyeballing didn’t go unnoticed to Scully, and she soon felt her fear rising, “Get the fuck off of me asshole!”, she said in a voice she hoped didn’t tremble. When Krycek detected the fear in her eyes; he could have slapped himself, “Don’t worry,” he told her as he pinned down both her arms with his left hand and buttoned her coat as best he could with his right. “Jesus Christ. You really are a sailor's daughter aren't you?” he asked her with a smile just as he finished with the last button. “Kiss your mother with that mouth Scully?” “Please get off of me, Krycek,” she said calmly. “Promise not to fight?” “Let me go or I swear to God I'll kill you given the chance,” she growled. “Why, Agent Scully is that a threat?” “It's a promise I'll keep till the day I die,” she hissed. ‘Okay. So, I guess she really hates, huh. Well, here goes nothing,’ he told himself as he slowly got up off Scully and stepped back a few feet so as to give her room. Scully quickly got up, with her back to Krycek, and re-adjusted her soaked coat around herself again before turning around to face her worst enemy. “So,” she spoke up, “What the hell are we doing here?” “Long story. Hold it, hold it,” Krycek said putting up his hands to fend off Scully. “It's a long story, but I will tell you. You just have to trust me okay. I'm not gonna hurt. I promise.” Scully could not believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. She started to laugh hysterically. "Trust you Krycek. You are a murderer, a liar, thief and I detest you." Krycek put his head down much like a child would when being scolded by its parents. "You killed my sister and Mulder's father and you handed me over to those bastard who took three months of my life from me! Do I have stupid written on my forehead or what?! I wouldn't trust you even if it were a matter of life or death!" Scully's words hit him hard. He couldn't deny any of it, except maybe the deaths of Melissa and Mulder's father. Krycek stood in silence for a few seconds before lifting his head to look at Scully. "Unfortunately Agent Scully, this is a matter of life or death, and unless you want to live, I suggest you follow me and help me find a fresh water source before the sun really gets hot and we die of thirst. Like I said, how we got here is a long story, but I will tell you as soon as we find what I'm looking for all right. So," he said taking a step closer to her, "you could either stay here and become fish food or come with me and stay safe. Your call Agent." Krycek turned around and started walking towards the undergrowth and mass of trees taking his jacket off and tying it around his waist. Scully stared at him wide-eyed as he walked away. She couldn't believe the nerve of this man. “Oh Mulder. What do I do? I'm sure it's his fault I'm in this hell. Should I go Mulder? Would you forgive me if I followed him?” Scully looked up in the direction Krycek had gone and realized she couldn't see him anymore. She turned, took one last look out to sea and then started after Krycek. “Please forgive me Mulder.” ********** After what seemed like an eternity walk thru hell, Krycek stopped and said, "Shh. You hear that; sounds like running water." He turned to look at Scully who was straining to hear. "I hear a sort of humming." "Yeah. It's coming from that direction. Let's go." "Hold it Robinson Crusoe. I need to sit down my feet are killing me.” "Sorry. I didn't think of getting some shoes for you. Just grabbed your coat and took off." "So you kidnapped me? What gonna kill me next?" "Sweetheart. If I wanted to kill you I would have done it a long time ago." "So why didn't you?" she dared him. "Don't tempt me," he deadpanned. "Come on, break time's over," and started walking in the direction of the running water. Scully just stood there and wouldn't move; couldn't move. She had various cuts and abrasions on her legs and arms and not to mention bug bites. Her feet were bloody, achy and were starting to swell. Krycek took a few more steps then stopped and looked back at Scully. "What? What is it? What's wrong?" "I can't walk anymore. My feet hurt and they're bleeding." Krycek walked back to Scully and kneeled down before her. "Here, let me see," he said as he tried to grab Scully's left foot. In her attempt to evade him, she stepped back and tripped, but thanks to Krycek's swift reflexes he caught her and pulled her in close to his chest causing him to fall flat on his back with Scully on top of him. ********** Everything happened so fast she had to take a few minutes to get her thoughts back together. She was lying flat on Krycek's hard, chiseled chest. Her face buried in his neck, she could smell his sweat and the faint musky scent of his aftershave. His scent was intoxicating and she felt embarrassingly excited. 'Mmm, he smells so good,’ she told herself. ‘God, Dana. It’s been so long since you’ve been with a man.’ She kept her eyes closed and told herself, ‘Savor the moment Dana darling. It’s not everyday you fall on a man’s chest.’ She unconsciously started to knead his chest and gently nuzzled his neck with her nose. ‘What are you doing Dana?!,’ she mentally screamed at yourself. ‘He’s a terrible man! A murderer, thief, liar and God knows what else! How could you?! How could you betray Mulder?!’ ‘Oh, shut up. Who gives a fuck?! Mulder doesn’t even notice that I’m a woman,’ she retorted. ‘He’s a man; a very handsome one at that, too, besides he doesn’t seem to mind.’ Krycek's throaty moan quickly brought Scully back to reality and with her hands flat on his chest she lifted herself up and looked right straight into his dilated, green eyes. ‘Oh God, Dana. This is a criminal for God's sake,’ and swiftly got up off of him looking as red as a ripe tomato. ********** 'Oofff. Jesus Scully, knock the wind right out of me why don't you,' but the thought didn’t last too long. He soon felt Scully's breathe on his neck and her hands on his chest. Krycek loosened the tight grip he had around her waist, letting his arms remain loosely at her sides. He couldn't help, but close his eyes when she started to nuzzle his neck and knead his chest. He immediately felt an electric shock in his loins and hoped to any God who'd listen that she wouldn't feel his arousal. He felt as though he were in heaven and Scully his angel. He started to run his hands up and down her back; reaching to run his fingers through her hair. He slightly turned his head so that he could smell her hair; it smelled clean and fresh with a faint floral scent and he couldn’t help, but moan, and then when green eyes met blue; the magic was broken. Krycek lay there on the ground with his eyes closed for a few minutes before looking up at Scully; who looked like the cat who caught the canary. He got up, dusted himself off and asked, "You okay?" Scully mumbled something that sounded like a yes and then started walking towards the sound of the running water. “So much for your aching feet”. ********** Finally, after descending a steep ridge, and fighting their way thru thick brush, they came upon a clear, blue pool with a cascading waterfall. The roaring of the waterfall was like a lullaby to Scully’s ears. “It’s beautiful,” Scully said breathlessly. “Yeah, it is. Come on let’s get a drink of water before we start to dehydrate.” After drinking their fill, Scully turned to Krycek and asked, “So, now what?” “Now we look for --- there across the pool; under those palm tree leaves.” Scully stood up to see what Krycek was pointing at and then soon saw a large, rusty, crate-like bin hidden under the leaves. “What is that?” “That’s what I was looking for; there’s supplies and equipment in that bin.” Scully turned to look at him; arched eyebrow in place. “I told you Scully. I’ll tell you everything, but first we’ve got to get across. Can you swim?” “What?! Are you crazy?!” “Look, we either hike around or swim across, and judging by your feet your chances are better swimming across; or what, can’t swim?” he mocked. “No! I mean yes I can swim, but how do expect me to swim in this thing,” Scully said flapping her arms up and down. Krycek looked her over and then reached back and pulled out his Spyderco pocketknife. Scully gasped and took a step back. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to do a little tailoring.” By the time Krycek was done, she was styling a sleeveless, collarless, knee length coat. Scully was impressed; she could move easily and faster and felt much more cooler. The sun was at its highest and she could already feel her fair skin burning. “Okay. You ready?” Krycek asked her. “Yes.” “Let me go first and then you follow after I’m a few feet away alright?” Scully nodded and watched as Krycek made his way into the cool, pool water. After he was about ten feet away she dove in after him. ************* Fox Mulder’s Apartment Sunday evening, September 2 Mulder walked into his apartment, threw his bags on the living room floor and headed straight for his answering machine. “Great. No messages. How pathetic am I?” He picked up his phone and ordered a pizza and then dialed Scully, but still no answer on either of her phones. ‘Maybe I should call Mrs. Scully? No, I’ll just make her worry. Oh, well, I’ll call Scully tomorrow,’ he thought to himself as he walked into his bathroom for a quick shower before his pizza arrived. ************* Landa Island Time unknown Scully could not believe the contents the bin held; first-aid kit, water-proof matches, flashlight, batteries, clothes, shoes, blankets, pillows, sleeping bags, tent, can food, MREs, bottled water; it was an endless quantity of supplies. The first thing Scully did was open a can of peaches. She was starving and wanted to eat everything in site, but knew she had to start with small meals so as not to upset her stomach. Krycek pulled out the first-aid kit and made his way to Scully. “Let me see your feet.” “That’s fine. I could do it myself,” she said between mouthfuls of peaches. “Let me see your feet or I won’t tell you a thing.” Scully looked up at him and thought about it for a moment. “Fine,” she said placing her left foot on his lap. Krycek looked over her foot and saw that the bleeding had stopped. He pulled out an alcohol swab and proceeded to disinfect her cuts and abrasions. “Ouch,” Scully said trying to pull her foot away from Krycek’s lap. “Sorry. I just want to make sure you don’t get an infection. We’re going to be here for a while.” “How long?” Krycek looked up at her, “About a month or so.” “You bastard!”, Scully yelled at Krycek as she kicked him on the chest with her right foot, causing him to fall over. “Shit! Fuck!”, she screamed as she grabbed her foot to try to soothe away the pain. “Suka!”, Krycek yelled at her. “What the fuck you do that for?” “A month or so Krycek! I can’t even stand the sight of you for one minute and I have to spend a fucking month on this God forsaken piece of shit hell-hole with you?!” “All right, all right, drama queen! Shut the fuck up!,” he said getting up off the ground. “I don’t like this shit any better than you do, but we’re fucked now so live with it! Now give me your damn foot,” he said roughly grabbing it. “Oh, and sweetie,” he said leaning in close to her face. “Hit me again and I’ll tie you to that palm tree there for the rest of the month.” ************* Always the little tomboy camping with her father and brothers was a favorite pastime, so setting up camp was a synch for Scully. By the time Krycek got back with some firewood she’d already had the tent and small table with chairs set up and was starting to pull out some food for their dinner. They ate in uncomfortable silence. Neither one looking over to the other. As Scully was about to get up, Krycek started to tell her about CSM’s plan. She sat and listened to every word he said, “Last thing, I remember is jumping. I guess I’ve must of gotten us out of the water. I don’t know. I never wanted this to happen.” He looked up at her and felt as though he had to tell her everything. He had carried a heavy burden and was now looking at unloading it. “I’ve always tried to help you and Mulder out, but Mulder is so stuck on beating me every chance he gets.” Scully looked over at him, “What do you mean you always tried to help?” “By getting you all proof of the truth; a little bit at a time. I work undercover for the Rebels; double, triple agent, whatever you want to call me. James Windsor, or as you know him, the Well-Manicured Man, he’s the head of the resistance here on earth. James told me I was never to harm either you or Mulder. He said to do my best to keep you all out of danger whenever possible.” “That’s why I got these supplies for you,” he said pointing at the bin. “So, where does CSM come in?” “Old smoking stack is an acquaintance of James. He’s second in command to the First Elder. CSM’s whole life revolves around colonization. I was introduced to him at one of the Syndicate meetings. James told him I was to work with them on colonization. CSM was suspicious for a while, but soon started to some what trust me; he doesn’t know of James’ secret or our mission to stop colonization. At least I used to think so.” “CSM then introduced me to you and Mulder, thru surveillance duty before I actually met you all in person.” He stayed silent for a while before looking at her straight in the eyes. “Scully, I didn’t kill your sister. Cardinale did; I was there though. I was suppose to kill Cardinale before you got home, but your sister surprised us and Cardinale shot,” he said as he put his head down. “I’m so sorry.” Scully turned her head around to look over at the waterfall. What Krycek had just told her was unreal. She wanted to believe, but couldn’t. She’d met the WMM before; he’d warned her in-fact, about someone wanting to kill her, and how it be someone she trusted. Of course, he told her that so that she’d be wary of everyone. She also remembered Mulder telling her that it was WMM who’d given him the anti-virus to cure her of the alien infestation, before dying in the explosion. ‘So is he dead or not?,’ she asked herself. She turned to Krycek, “I thought WMM was dead.” “To the world and CSM he is; he’s underground, both him and his driver got out of the car before it exploded. Last time I saw him was before I went to your apartment to get you,” he said as he ventured a glance towards Scully. “You mean kidnap me.” “Whatever. Believe me Scully, I never meant to hurt you,” he said getting up off his chair and walking over to the pool. “So, what about Mulder’s father? Did you kill him?,” she asked. “Unfortunately; yes, I did. I had no choice. He was going to tell Mulder everything. The order came from CSM and when I confronted James about it; he also had no choice but to agree. Mulder would have blown the lid on the whole operation and cause mass panic in the process.” “Please believe me Scully,” he said turning to face her. “We want Mulder to know the truth, but all in its due time.” “I’d met Mr. Mulder before; no matter what Mulder told you about his father he really was a good man,” he said turning back to the pool. “He loved Mulder; he’d always talk about him, said nothing but good things about him and how proud he was of him. Killing him was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.” Scully sat in silence as she watched him tell her of Melissa and Mulder’s father. In the end, she believed every word he said; and felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She’d often wondered about the death of her sister and now knew the truth and could finally let her rest. Mulder’s father was a different story. She’d never met the man, but believed what Mulder had said to her about him. She didn’t know whether to feel sorry for Mr. Mulder or not; and should she tell Mulder? “I’m going for a walk. Kinda explore. I’ll be back,” he said walking away. Krycek climbed up a small ledge that overlooked their camp, and sat down on a boulder. He could see Scully still sitting on the chair at the table. She hadn’t moved at all; she seemed to be staring off into space. ‘Poor thing,’ he thought. ‘I’m glad I didn’t tell her about Emily, but I know I’m going to have to; soon.’ Scully sat on her chair looking around at nothing in particular; just stared, lost in thought. ************* That night Scully slept in the tent and Krycek took one of the sleeping bags and slept out by the pool’s shore. Neither one slept much, both thinking of the other. Krycek hoping she could forgive him and Scully hoping she could trust him. Morning came with the melodious music of the exotic birds. Scully had never heard anything more lovely. She stayed curled up under her sleeping bag for a while enjoying the harmony before getting up. Scully got out of the tent in search for the toiletries she saw the day before in the bin. ‘Scully darling, you really need a bath,’ she told herself. She looked around for the perfect spot to bath and then decided on the waterfall. “It’ll be like a shower,” she said. Reaching the waterfall, she made her way behind it where she found a small cave like opening on the cliff wall, turning around she saw Krycek swimming at the far end of the pool. She stared at him as though she’d never seen a man before. He soon made his way toward the shore to get out and to Scully’s surprise he was buck-naked; she gawked. She literally salivated at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscled back and firm derriere. Ashamed, she turned around and scolded herself. ************* Dana Scully’s apartment Monday, September 2 6:00 a.m. Mulder knew Scully was not a morning person, but his conscience wouldn’t let him sleep; he just had to make sure she was all right. He knocked twice and waited. No answer. He knocked again calling out to her and continued to wait impatiently. Finally, getting his spare key out he made his way into her apartment and got the shock of his life. Scully’s answering machine and various items from her desk lay scattered on her living room floor; her briefcase and purse by the door. Mulder had to hold back the bile that rose to his throat. “God, please, not again,” he said as he reached for his cell phone to dial A.D. Skinner. ********** After all the prints and any other possible evidence were collected, both Mulder and Skinner stepped into Scully’s apartment again. “When was the last time you saw her Mulder?,” Skinner asked in his baritone voice. “Friday afternoon at the office; about three hours before our, or rather my flight.” “You mean she didn’t go with you to Anchorage?” “No. She was really upset about it. Stormed out like a bat outta hell. I left a message on her machine and tried calling her several times on her cell phone, but only got her voice mail. That’s why I decided to come over to check on her; then found her place like this,” he said punching the wall and then falling down onto his knees crying. “I can’t believe this crap!”, he sobbed. Skinner got down to Mulder’s level and tried to comfort him, but knew his words meant nothing to the man. ********** Landa Island Campsite Time unknown After taking a morning swim, I made my way back to camp and noticed that Scully was gone. Where could she have gone? She was fast asleep before I left. I quickly search the perimeter and find no sight of Scully. I panic. “Scully!,” Jesus, this is all I need; her running off somewhere and getting hurt or lost. “Scully, where are you?!” I walk along the shoreline looking for footsteps, but find none. Heading toward the waterfall I call out to her again. ********** Scully was rinsing off her soap when she heard Krycek frantically calling out her name. Before she could reach for her towel, he’d already made his way into the cave, his heavy boot on the towel. ********** As I reach the waterfall, I notice a cave like structure and make my way in as I call out to her once more before catching a glimpse of her. “Where the hell do you get off leaving and not letting me know where the fuck you’re going?! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here?! You scared the shit out of me woman! I thought you’d gone off God knows where and gotten yourself hurt or killed!” “Shut the fuck up!”, she yells at me at the top of her lungs. It’s then I notice she’s naked and I smile like the Cheshire cat. “Quite a predicament you’re in Dr. Scully.” “Get your foot off my towel this instance.” I look down at her towel. Should I pick it up and hand it to her, or let her bend down to get it? “Or what?”, I taunt her. Scully stares at me. I can plainly see fumes coming out of her ears as she covers her breasts with one arm and her womanhood with the other. ‘So you really are a red head.’ “Fine!”, she says bending down to grab the other end of the towel which she pulls with all her might and causes me to slip and fall on my arm. “Jesus Christ! Fuck!” Scully quickly wraps her towel around herself and comes over to inspect my arm. Sorry,” she says reaching out to touch my arm and attempts to roll me over. I start to cuss away in Russian and she immediately backs away. “Let me see your arm. It’s probably not even broken, just bruised.” Turning onto my back, I yell at her, “Broken or bruised it hurts like hell! I thought I told you not to hit me anymore?!” “I didn’t hit you. You fell; besides you asked for it.” “Did I really?!” “Yes, you did,” she continues to look over my arm. “Don’t worry; unfortunately you’ll live.” As she attempts to get up I grab her by the shoulders and bring her down on top of me and I kiss her hard on the mouth. She starts flinging her arms, but my grip is fierce and I soon have her on the ground with my weight holding her down, arms above her head, and one knee between her legs. She tries to fight me again, but then stops and allows my persistent tongue admittance. My tongue roams over her palette and teeth; conducting a thorough inspection. I loosen my hold and run my hands down her arms to the side of her breasts. Our kiss becoming more soft and sensual. I run my thumb over her left breast and feel her nipple harden thru the cotton towel. Scully moans and wraps her arms around my neck; running one hand down my back. Kissing my way down her chin and neck and then down to her collarbone and to the valley between her breasts, I gently pull on the towel with my teeth; revealing them. I take one nipple into my mouth and the other I massage; alternating by massaging and then taking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing. Scully lets out another throaty moan and starts to run her fingers through my hair; pulling me up to her mouth. She opens her eyes and gasps upon meeting my green ones. She swiftly gets out from beneath me, grabs her belongings and runs off. I stare at her as she runs away, and curse myself for losing control, and the possibility of ever gaining her trust. ************ J. Edgar Hoover Building A.D. Skinner’s office One week later Fingerprints and hair fibers came back as Scully’s own. Mulder and Skinner had spared no expense, or rather, FBI expense, in the search for Scully. Even the gunmen joined the search and came up empty. She just seemed to disappear out of the face of this earth. Mrs. Scully was finally told of her daughter’s disappearance; a task Mulder did not enjoy, and she begged that every resource be used to locate her only daughter. “Mulder, we’ve used every reserve made available to us and they have all turned up empty,” Skinner spoke to Mulder as though he were a child who could not understand. “We’ve still got an ABP out, and an agent at every international check point.” Skinner said to Mulder as he tried to get his attention and failed miserably. “We’ll find her Mulder, maybe she’s being held for ransom and the kidnappers are just lying low for now before making a demand.” Mulder simply stared out the window, his mind a blank. With no witnesses or clues regarding Scully’s disappearance he was slowly withdrawing and coming apart. A goal CSM had once again successfully accomplished. ************ Landa Island Campsite One week later The days and nights came and went rather uneventful, and with their little sexual rendezvous, long forgotten, both Krycek and Scully went about their business, until one chilly night when Scully cried out during a nightmare. Krycek came running and tearing into the tent trying to wake her; she began to cry and scream hysterically. “No! No! Stop it! Let her go! She’s mine! Emily, Emily!” ‘Oh no,’ Krycek said to himself. “Scully! Wake up, sweetie,” he shook her gently. “Scully, wake up, please! Scully!” She cried out one last time before opening her eyes, “Scully! Scully you okay?” She was sweating and panting lightly. Not yet familiar with her surroundings, Scully looked around; the look of confusion in her eyes. “Dana?,” Krycek’s use of her first name brought her back to the present. She turned to look at him and then began to cry. Krycek put his arms around her and held her close to his chest as he whispered soothing words to her and gently rubbed her back. Scully cried her heart out. She cried for her sister, her daughter, for Mulder and his father, for everyone and everything. She let out the pain and sorrow that she had placed and locked up in a corner of her heart. The pain and sorrow she let no one see she had for it was a sign of weakness. Emily was the final straw and she could hold no more pain, no more sorrow, so when her heart overflowed, she did the only thing she could do; open the flood gates. Krycek held on to her as tightly as he could. He knew her pain and knew that by letting her cry, she’d have peace. “Shh. It’s okay, plamenaya malyishka. Let it out. Let it all out.” ********** Krycek held Scully for awhile after she’d stopped crying and then regrettably, he let her go to lie her back down on her sleeping bag. As he was getting up to leave Scully clutched his arm, “Please don’t leave; stay and hold me, please.” He couldn’t refuse her anything. Krycek turned to zip up the tent and then laid back down next to Scully, who immediately lay her head on his shoulder and wrapped herself around him; molding her body to his, and within minutes was soon fast asleep. Krycek looked over at her and kissed her forehead before he too, shut his eyes to sleep. ********** J. Edgar Hoover Building Basement September 12 The search for Scully continued with no results. No ransom note or phone call regarding her whereabouts was received. Mulder was completely lost and beside himself without Scully at his side. He sat at his desk day after day; sometimes not even going home. Skinner or the Gunmen would have to drag him home at times, when he didn’t over power them. He blamed himself once again; blamed himself for everything that had ever gone wrong in Scully’s life. “I can never keep her safe. I can’t protect her the way she deserves,” he repeatedly told himself. The persistent ringing of a telephone shook him out of his trance. Looking around, he realized Scully’s phone was ringing. He got up, quickly snatching it off its base. “Hello?” he said with suspicion. “Oh, I’m sorry I was trying to reach Dana Scully.” “She isn’t here. Who is this?” “This is Karen Richards. I’m a friend of Dana’s. Do you know where I can find her? I’ve been trying to get a hold of her for about a week now.” “No. I’m sorry. I don’t,” he said not bothering to inform her of Scully’s disappearance. “Is this Fox Mulder?” “Yes. Yes I am.” “Oh, good. I’ve heard so much about you. Dana talks without end about you. Listen, when she gets back can you please have her call me?” “Sure, yeah.” “Thanks. Bye.” Mulder was speechless. He didn’t know Scully had any friends. She’d never mentioned her or any other person before. “She talks about me to her friends,” he said excited. “I wonder what she says about me.” Shaking his head and scolding himself for having petty thoughts, he grabbed his coat and headed over to Skinner’s office to check on the latest status on the search for Scully. ******** Landa Island Campsite When Scully woke up to an empty tent, she instantly felt at a loss; a feeling she quickly dismissed when she heard the clattering of dishes and utensils. She stepped out of the tent and stretched before walking over to their small table. Scully stared at Krycek, her presence unaware to him, and came to the conclusion that he was not a bad person, but a sweet and generous man who was never given the opportunity to love or be loved. Turning around with coffee pot and two cups in hand, Krycek was startled when he saw Scully standing a few feet from him. “Good morning, sleepy head.” Scully smiled at him, “Good morning. Did you sleep well? What I mean is, did you get enough sleep?” “Yeah. Just fine, ‘bout you?” “Good,” she said nervously playing with her fingers. “Um, I wanted to thank you for last night. You didn’t have to do that.” “I wanted to,” he smiled. “I know how much it hurts to lose a child.” “Why? How is it that you know?” “I once had a child too,” he said setting the cups down. “Listen. Why don’t you sit down,” he said offering her some coffee. “It’s another long story, and please let me finish before you go on a rampage, all right.” Taking the coffee, she nodded and sat down. “Emily”, he said hesitantly, “she was also my daughter.” Scully gasped, but stayed quiet nonetheless. “She was conceived shortly after you were returned from your abduction. I was asked to donate, which I didn’t even have to think twice about. I wanted a child and took the opportunity.” “The day Emily was born was the happiest day of my life. I spent every waking moment at her side and when I wasn’t able to care for her, because of work; James made sure she always had the best care. I loved the 3:00 a.m. feedings. They were my favorite because she’d always stare up at me intently as I told her about her mother. When she got old enough to understand the concept of a mother, I stopped talking to her about you. I was afraid that she’d ask to meet you one day and I wouldn’t be able to comply with her wish.” “Emily new I was her father; and I gave her everything; took her everywhere every chance I had. She never went without anything. Emily was a lot like you; very stubborn, independent and brave as hell. God help whom ever got in her way when she’d get upset.,” he said with a smile on his face as he sat down. “When she was a little over two years old, James discovered that she had some kind of alien DNA. We weren’t sure of its origin, but we knew that if the Syndicate found out, they’d take her from me. So to protect her from the Syndicate we placed her in a foster home, but some good it did us; they still found out about her DNA and were going to pursue what ever means to obtain her; no matter the cost.” “Then she fell ill and that’s when I suggested that we bring you in; you know those anonymous calls you received while you were staying with your brother?” “Yes,” she whispered. “That was Marita Covarrubias. We knew you were Emily’s only chance at finding a cure for the fibrous cyst on the back of her neck; and be able to protect her as well, so Marita contacted you.” “You know; your decision to stop testing was the right one. Please don’t ever think differently. I want you to know that you made the right choice. Emily was tired of all the testing.” Scully put her head down as the tears rolled from her eyes. “I went to visit Emily the night she slipped into a coma. She was so happy to see me. She was so brave, my little knyazhna.” “Emily said she knew that she was dying and that she’d soon be with God’s angels. She said she was tired and that she wanted to rest. She told me not to cry for her and for me to never forget her; and to please take care of the nice lady who gave her the necklace. She said she loved us both and then slipped into a coma, but not before asking me to give you the necklace back; a gift she said, from her to you,” he said as he looked up at Scully. “I didn’t know how to get it to you, so on the day before her funeral I went in and switched the coffins and placed the necklace in it.” “I’m sorry to have to put you through that, but we knew They’d get a hold of her body sooner or later for testing. James and I flew Emily’s body to Russia and buried her next to my parents. It was the only place I could think that They wouldn’t look,” he said as he got up to wipe his tears and pace around. “Her grave stone reads; Emily Krycek. Beloved daughter of Alex Krycek and Dana Scully.” Scully’s head snapped up to look at Krycek, who had turned around to look at her reaction. She got up slowly, and then suddenly threw herself into Krycek’s awaiting arms. “Oh, Alex,” she cried, the use of his first name not going unnoticed to him. “Thank you. Thank you so much for taking care of our baby.” “Your welcome,” he said as he shocked on his tears. “Um,” he swallowed. “I’ve got a box at home with some pictures of Emily. There’s all sorts. I collected them, hoping that one day, some day, I’d be able to give them to you.” Scully lifted her head up to look at him, “I’d like that very much.” She laughed and then said, “You know, now I know where she got her nose.” They spent the rest of day talking, mostly of Emily; about their childhoods, past experiences, and lost loves. They laughed; cried and comforted each other, both enjoying the others presence. A presence Krycek knew would not last long. *********** That night, as Krycek lay on his sleeping bag looking up at the stars and going over the day’s events, he heard some approaching footsteps. He quickly sat up and saw that it was Scully standing before him. “What is it? Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” she answered. “I just couldn’t sleep.” “Why? Something wrong?," he curiously asked her. “Yes,” she whispered as she stepped up to him and straddled his legs. “Make love to me.” One to always obey, he wrapped his arms around her and brought her down onto his sleeping bag and gently, passionately kissed her on the mouth. To his surprise, Scully was not wearing anything under her over-sized t- shirt, which made for easier access to her body. Running his hand down the side of her body he grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly pulled it over her head exposing her completely to him. As he got up to dispose of his clothing, he looked over her body. She was a goddess that warranted his devotional worship. Lying back down on her, he softly began kissing his way to her breasts; kissing and lapping at her nipples, giving each one his undivided attention. Scully moaned and ran her hands down his back and onto his buttocks, squeezing them and drawing him into her opening. “Not yet, doushka. I want to taste every inch of you first,” he mumbled as he licked his way down to her mound; dipping his tongue into her navel, before reaching her pot of honey; the exquisite pleasure causing Scully to thrash her head from side to side. He was kissing and sucking everywhere, but where she wanted it most, and just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer he took her little bundle of nerves into his mouth and lightly bite, eliciting a series of moans and sighs from Scully as she came with the intensity of a tidal wave, which he rode with her all the way through. Licking her one last time before he moved stealthily up to her; placing tiny, baby breath kisses on her neck and collarbone he asked, “Dana? Are you all right?” Her answer; a passion-filled kiss and a husky, “Alex; please.” “Look at me Dana. Open your eyes love,” he said as he gently nudged her thighs with his knee. When she opened her eyes, she instantly saw the love that poured out of Krycek’s eyes. “Alex,” she whispered softly. “Say my name again, please. I want you to know it’s me, not him, not Mul--”. “Shhh,” she said placing her index finger on his lips. “Alex. I want you. You Alex.” “Ya tebya lublu,” he whispered as he entered her; slowly making his way; he could feel her muscles tighten around him. “Beautiful,” he whispered to her as he nibbled her ear, “You feel so good, so right. God how I’ve wanted you for so long.” “Have me, please, Alex. Love me,” she begged him. “I will love, I will. I do,” he said thrusting into her. They made love the rest of the night; hugging, kissing and holding each other tight. Enjoying the feel of their bodies as they rubbed against one another, both secretly yearning for their time together to never end. ************* Mulder’s Apartment 3 weeks later “Fox, honey, you’ve got to eat something. You need to keep your strength up for Dana,” Mrs. Scully said as she placed a sandwich and bowl of soup on his coffee table. “I’m not hungry,” he responded inaudibly. “Please Fox. Dana wouldn’t want for you to do this to yourself.” “I can’t!” he yelled. “I can’t eat or sleep without knowing whether Scully has proper shelter, food to eat or water to drink! It’s not fair for me to have all the necessities when she’s out there alone with possibly nothing!” “I don’t know who’s got her, if she’s safe, or even alive,” he continued ranting. “I hate this shit!” he yelled as he flipped his coffee table over, knocking its contents to the floor. “Fox! Please calm down!” Mrs. Scully yelled as she tried to put her arms around him, only to have him step back away from her. “Fox. Dana is a strong person. She’s a smart, well-trained agent. Dana will find a way to contact us or to escape. I have faith in her Fox. It may take her a while, but I have faith. You need to have faith as well son. Our love for her will bring her back to us. Please,” she placed her arms around him. “Please Fox. Take care of yourself for her, and for me.” Mulder turned to look at her and let himself cry. Lying his head on her lap, Mrs. Scully stroked his hair and let him cry out his pain. “That’s it, Fox. Cry. Don’t hold anything back. We’ll find Dana. We will. Have faith Fox. Have faith.” ********** Landa Island 3½ weeks later Krycek and Scully spent most of their days making love; talking and laughing; swimming; taking walks hand in hand; and over all enjoying each others company. They knew their adventure would be over soon, but neither one dared to speak of it; for they knew what they had was only temporary. Krycek had the world to save and Scully had the job of maintaining it safe. Neither had the time, or so they told themselves. One day, while Scully was out picking coconuts, she heard the distinctive whirling sound of a helicopter. Looking up to the sky she saw it fly overhead and immediately broke into a sprint leaving her fruit behind. Once she reached the campsite, she saw Krycek standing by the pool talking to a man, whom she instantly recognized as Ryan. “Alex?,” she called out to him in a shaky voice. “Dana,” he smiled at her, “Come, this is Ryan. He’s come to take us home.” Scully walked over to where Krycek stood; lacing her hand with his; she reached her other hand out to shake Ryan’s hand. “Its nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” “Really, good things I hope. Don’t believe any of the bad things this jerk off told you all right,” he said lightly punching Krycek on his shoulder. “So, how was your stay?,” he asked looking back and forth between Krycek and Scully. “Better than expected,” Krycek said putting his arms around Scully. “Well, comrade. If your ready, lets blow this inferno.” Before they boarded the helicopter, Krycek pulled Scully aside, “Dana, I want you to know that I enjoyed every minute of our time together, even the beatings,” he said with a smile. “I have one regret though; not being able to have you at my side for the rest of my life.” Scully buried her face in the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly, and inhaling his scent so as to commit it to memory and whispered, “I’ve the same regret, Alex.” ************ Dana Scully’s Apartment One day after her arrival “Mulder, please. We’ve been thru this already.” Scully said as she got up from her couch to walk around; mostly to get away from Mulder. “He didn’t hurt me. For the thousandth time, Mulder, he fed, clothed and sheltered me. I was never in need of anything. Nothing bad happened to me.” She would never tell him of their time together, about his father, Melissa or Emily. Those were secrets that she’d forever keep in the deep sea of her heart. “Scully, for God’s sake how could you have trusted him. He’s a murderer, or have you forgotten about Melissa, my father and the many other innocent people who’ve suffered at his hands. Why would he just let you go like that, Scully? Not only that; he brought you back to your apartment! What the hell is that about?!” He was apprehensive. Did something happen between them? The thought did cross him mind, but he hadn’t the courage to ask nor, to hear the details. “I don’t know Mulder and no I haven’t forgotten about Melissa or your father. My life was at stake on that island Mulder. I did what I had to and I survived. Doesn’t that matter to you?!,” she stopped and turned to look at him. “Of course it does, Scully,” he said getting up off her couch and placing his hands on her shoulders. “I just can’t imagine what it must have been like for you there on that island with that rat bastard. Scully, I was worried sick something terrible had happened to you. I didn’t know if you were dead or alive.” “I’m alive Mulder. I’m here in the flesh and blood. Please. I don’t want to talk about that experience anymore.” “Okay Scully,” he said wrapping his arms around her, “Okay. I won’t bring it up anymore. Your right, the important thing is that you’re alive and back here where you belong.” Gently rubbing her back and placing a kiss on her forehead, he asked her to sit down. “I have something important to tell you Scully.” Once seated she looked up at him, “What is it, Mulder?” Taking a deep breath he began, “When I told you that I loved you, I meant it. I love you Scully; so much. I’ll do anything. I’ll leave the X-files, Scully.” She was stunned. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but no words would make their way out. This is what she always wanted; to have Mulder; exclusively. “Scully, we’ve known each other for years now and up to this point partners is all we’ve been. Your disappearance has made me realized that life is short and that we should take every opportunity and seize it.” Scully immediately tensed. “Scully, I love you and I want to be more than just your best friend and partner. I want to be with you mind, body and soul. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you in my arms.” Scully couldn’t take anymore so she got up to look for something to busy herself with, “Mulder, this is all so sudden.” “I know Scully, but I can’t help how I feel anymore. I’ve loved you since the day you walked into our office; and have fallen even more and more in love with you everyday,” he said as he got up to approach her. She looked up at him. She didn’t know what to say; her feelings for Krycek were still new and fresh, but she knew that a relationship with him was next to impossible. “I love you too, Mulder. I do. It’s just that right now I don’t think I can handle a relationship.” Cupping her face in his hands he said to her, “That’s fine, Scully. I understand. I can wait; I’ve waited this long. I want to take it slow, build our relationship stronger, and take it from there. Please know that I will always be here for you no matter what the situation. Let me in Scully; please,” he murmured as he place a soft kiss on her mouth. “I will Mulder. I just need time. Thank you, Mulder. Thanks for understanding,” she said wrapping her arms around his waist. “Alright,” he said as he kissed her again. “I’m going to go so you could get some rest. I’ll come by tomorrow around noon to take you out to lunch, deal?” “Deal,” she said with a smile. “I’ll walk you out.” As Mulder reached the door he turned to Scully, goofy smile in place, “Are you sure you want to be alone, Scully?” Scully laughed, “Mulder, I’ll be fine. Now go,” she said playfully shoving him out the door. “Last chance Scully; you know I could rock your world.” “Goodbye Mulder,” she said as she slammed the door. Seconds later she heard a knock at her door, ‘Oh God, Mulder. Please go home,’ she said to herself. Opening the door she said, “Mulder, I’m fine, plea---” “Hi. Is this a bad time?” “Alex! No, of course not; please come in.” He stepped into her apartment with a floral box in hand. “I thought I’d bring you the photos of Emily that I had promised you,” he said nervously handing her the box. “Oh. Thanks. I really appreciate it,” she said smiling brightly. “Your welcome. So, how are you doing?” “Fine. I’ve had a lot of visitors come by to welcome me back.” “That’s good, I’m glad your doing well,” he said putting his hands into his jacket. He wanted to hold her; to kiss her and make love to her, but knew he’d only want more of what he couldn’t have. “Well, I’ve got to go. I just wanted to give you the photos and to see for myself how you were doing.” “Oh. Okay,” she said disappointedly. Before reaching for the doorknob he turned to Scully, “Dana. Mulder is a good man, a little paranoid, but a good man nonetheless. He could make you happy, devotchka. He could give you everything.” Leaning over to kiss her forehead, he whispered goodbye and slipped out the door. “Goodbye,” she said staring at the door; her tears flowing. She’d just found the one person who loved her completely the way she loved him, and she let him go. ‘Who cares if he’s a wanted felon, darling, you know the truth. Go after him.’ Putting the box down on her couch, she ran out her door calling out to Krycek. “Alex, wait! Alex!” She ran down the stairs hoping to reach him in the lobby, but he was nowhere in sight. “Alex!" she continued to call out to him as she stepped outside into the dark night. “Alex, please don’t go! I love you,” she cried out as she looked up and down the street; only to find it empty. “Alex! Please, please come back,” she said as she fell onto her knees and then buried her face in her hands as she cried. Looking up and down the street one last time; she sent a prayer to God, for him to watch over Krycek and to keep him safe. She then turned and walked back into her building; up the stairs to her apartment and locking herself in she said, “Don’t worry Dana. One day, some day, he’ll be yours.” *********** Across the street, a lone figure hiding in the shadows watched as a woman frantically looked up and down the street searching for someone; her pain and anguish visible on her delicate facial features. She cried out; the wound in her heart evident in her unsteady voice. He saw her mouth something up the heavens before she stepped back into the building. He prayed her request would one day be fulfilled. “Don’t worry Dana. One day, some day, you’ll be mine.” Finito I made this! I’ve no idea what the geography of Costa Rica is like, as far as I know there is no island named Landa. I borrowed the name, also I know, for sure, that there isn’t a base in Washington named Carter Military Base so that’s made up too. Whether there is a motel in Anchorage, Alaska, by the name Eskimo Inn; I don’t know, either, basically I know nothing. I just made it all up; everything. I’m also not familiar with the Russian language; the words are roughly translated so if I’m wrong or if I misspelled them; I’m sorry Charlie. Here are the translations: Plamenaya malyishka = little red Suka = bitch Doushka = love Knyazhna = princess Devotchka = little girl Ya tebya lublu = I love you Okay, so now tell me, did you like it, hate it, too long, whatever let me know. I’ve got to know. Feedback at Morley97@hotmail.com. A sequel is in the works. Look ma no hands.