Author's notes: Yep, I got a lot to say. Ok, the first thing that I should mention is that these characters are not mine.
Really not mine. They belong to Chris Carter. I'm just screwin w/ them more than he does. And since I acknowledge that the characters are not mine...don't sue.
You won't get shit if you sue me. I deliver pizzas. I have no money. I promise. I would be willing to strike another type of deal w/ Mr Carter if he were compelled to sue...what? He's hot...but I digress.
The second thing that I should mention is that there will be some mention of cutting in here, so if you think that reading this would be a trigger, then please don't read this.
*get mama look in her eyes*
Ok, now that all of the formalities are out of the way *takes mama look out of her eyes* umm, right now this fic is rated R, subject to change, depending on what kind of feedback I get.
And I hate it for ya'll M/S shippers out there, but based on my curent mindframe(subject to change), they ain't gettin toghether.
Oh shit!!!
I forgot the most important thing!!!
This is an AU fic.
This will be when Mulder's in high school(no pop crap I promise), but since I can't think of any good angst songs from when he would have been in high school, I'm bumping him up to being a current timeframe fic.
Umm, for the sake of argument, and because I really have no clue, Krycek's a couple of years younger than Mulder, so they have a couple of classes toghether, and yeah, I'm taking liberites w/ everyone by moving them to Chilmark, including Scully, but I think that she'd be 3 years behind them(correct me if I'm wrong on this)
And now, cause I think I've gotten through all of the AN crap...although I more than likely haven't, but oh well, on w the fic...
"God, what time is it?" Mulder wondered aloud.
*ugh, 7:30am? I'll be late, again. Shit! I thought I set this thing for an earlier time*
"Fox! Get your ass down here right now!!!"
*ugh, quit your bitchin Mom, I gotta put some clothes on.*
Mulder rolled out of bed and walked leisurely over to the shower.
*can't ruin my perfect late streak now can I?*
"You worthless bitch!! You've been sneaking around with him again haven't you?"
"Well, if you showed me a little affection then I wouldn't have to go elsewhere for what I need!"
"They make things for what you need called anything else but another man!"
*ahh, another lovely morning in the Mulder house*
As soon as he finished his shower, he walked back into his room and started rummaging for some clothes to wear.
*you wouldn't think that I'd have to spend so much time looking for clothes. Not like I give a shit about that I look like to those bastards.*
He finally saw a red shirt he wanted to wear and he grabbed a pair of jeans out of the closet.
He laced up his boots, grabbed his jacket and books and reached for the door.
"Fox! Didn't you hear your mother yelling for you to come down for breakfast?"
"Actually no, not over that lovely argument that you guys were having."
"Don't you dare talk back to me you worthless little shit!"
Mulder turned to his father with hate burning in his eyes.
"The next time you hit me will be the last time old man."
"Threatening me boy? C'mon, show your old man what you got."
"I would, but I don't know where my father is."
Mulder's father balled up his fist to strike him in the face again, but Mulder caught his fist before it connected.
"I don't have time for this bullshit."
Mulder shoved the old man backwards over the chair, grabbed his things and opened the front door ro leave.
He ran out to his car, jumped in, revved the engine and peeled out of the yard.
Once he got into the school lot, he killed the engine and grabbed his stuff, plus he reached into his glove compartment for something.
*another day of hell on earth*
He walked into his math class, where he was late, as usual.
"Ah Mr. Mulder. How nice of you to grace us with your presence."
"Couldn't dissapoint my loyal fans."
"Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to introduce a new student. If he ever gets here."
As if on cue, the door opened and a tall black haired guy walked in and handed Mr. Johnson a note.
"Ah, I was just talking about you. Class, this is Alex Krykek"[he's saying it the way he thinks it sounds because there's no h there]
Alex takes a pen off of the closest desk and writes Krychek on the back of the pass.
"That's how it's pronounced sir."
"Ahh, I apologize."
"I've heard worse sir."
"Anyway, Alex just moved here from..."
"Out west."
"Any particular place?"
"Oh, just a tiny flyspeck town you've never heard of, more than likely."
"Oh. Anyways just take a seat next to Mr. Mulder in the last row."
Alex walked to the back of the room and sat next to Mulder.
"psst. what's your name?"
"Mulder."
"I meant your first name."
"Didn't I just say to call me Mulder?"
"that bad eh?"
Mulder didn't answer him.
"psst! what's your next class?"
"If I feel like going, chemistry."
"I think I have that class next. Mr. Jacobs?"
"yeah. He's a lil wierd."
"Mr Mulder, Mr. Krycek? Anything you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"
"Actually we were discussing reasons why your class is so dead boring."
"Would you like a referral Mr. Mulder?"
"not particularly, but if you're out of new cars, I'll take one."
"I think you'd enjoy the martyr role too much. Just sit out in the hall until class is over."
Mulder grabbed his books, shot the teacher a dirty look, and walked outside.
*I hate that fucker so much. Other people could start shooting up the class and he wouldn't mind, but let me cut a loud fart and he's on me like I tried to kill the President. Fucker*
He sat down on the floor beside the door and pulled out his compass and started to scratch some rather obscene words into the door.
*I wonder how much longer the period's gonna last*
He looked down at his watch and saw that there were about 25 more minutes left in the period.
*fucking wonderful*
He sighed, grabbed his books, and walked into the nearest restroom.
He set his stuff on the counter and walked into a stall.
*Did I bring it in here?*
He felt around in his jacket pocket until he found what he was looking for.
He pulled out a small razor, rolled up his shirt sleeve, and proceeded to run the blade across his flesh.
He knew how deep to cut before he went too far, and it took awhile and a trip to the hospital before he got the pressure right.
It was mesmerizing to watch the blood flow.
Hell, it was strangely calming in a way.
With all of the chaos going on around him, plus people taking the time to put him through hell so they could feel better, this was the one thing that he had total control over.
*yippie, another class to waste my time*
He grabbed some toilet paper out of the stall and wiped off the razor and blotted his arm to make sure that he really didn't hit anything by accident.
He opened the door and dampened the paper under a faucet to clean off the excess blood when he heard someone come in.
He yanked down his sleeve and pretended to wash his hands while the guy walked in.
"Hey, you missed an intersting class you know."
He turned to look and saw that it was the new kid from math class.
"Anyways, before we were so rudely interrupted, anything I need to know about Mr. Jacobs?"
"Nothing much. Just that he's a hard ass bastard unless you're female."
"One of those guys. Fun."
"Yeah, he's a laugh riot. It's a wonder he hasn't been fired yet."
"Those guys know what to do. Speaking of class, can you show me where it is?"
"I guess. C'mon."
Once they made it into the hall, it was just a matter of dodging freshmen and the jocks who thought they owned the halls.
"Hey fairy!! nice to see you've found a girlfriend!"
"Hey asshole! you might want to give your sister better lessons in giving blow jobs! doesn't it hurt when she bites you?"
"You litttle shit!! I'll beat that smirk off of your face!"
"I'm waiting..."
Another one of the jocks stopped the guy before he could get up to Mulder.
"You're lucky my boy's here holding me back."
"I'm shaking. Trust me."
Alex grabbed Mulder's arm and started dragging him in the oposite direction.
"Alex, class is the other way."
"I'm just tryin to keep you from getting your ass kicked. Although I'm curious now...are you gay?"
"No. I just haven'tfound a girl who wasn't into trying to be a whore, so I don't date much. Since I don't have any notches on my headboard, people assume that I'm a fan of the home team."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I totally blame the media on that. Hey, since you don't want to make a bad impresion on the first day, let's go to class."
"You sure you want to go to class now?"
"Well, it'd be rather shitty of me to let you wander the halls right?"
"Point taken. So which way's the way?"
"This way. It seems longer, but there's less chance of you being flattened by all of the freshmen who don't want to be late."
"Ah. Thanks."
So once they managed to make their way through the human barricades that stood between them and chemistry, they managed to make it in the door right before Mr. Jacobs shut it.
People made sure to get into his class on time after the first time that he shut their fingers in the door.
Well, all except Mulder, but then again he really didn't give a flying fuck about that.
"Class, it seems that we have a new student."
Just as Alex was about to stand up, a short red head stood up and introduced herself to the class.
"Guess no one cares much about you Alex," Mulder snickered.
"Bite me."
"Later."
"Gentlemen, is there someting urgent that you need to share with the class, or can it wait until Miss Scully is done with her introduction?"
"Um, no sir. We're quite done."
"Ass kisser."
"Hey, I'm new remember? Tryin not to get on the man's bad side."
"That's all he has I told you. Remember?"
"Gentlemen?"
"Sorry sir."
"Miss Scully, if the two gentlemen at the back of the room are done, would you like to continue on?"
She looked out at them, tempted to say smething rude to them, but she thought better of it, remembering that she was just a frosh, and those guys were at least juniors and likely to make her life hell if she crossed them.
"What I was saying before is that I'm a military brat. Moved around a lot. A whole lot. This is my 9th school so far, ad I'm really hoping it's the last one I have to go to. That's about all I have to say."
"Well, if there are no quick questions, then you may head back to your seat."
Alex raised his hand.
"Yes Mr. Krycek?"
"Umm, do you have a first name, or is it one you'd rather not share?" he asked as he looked directly at Mulder.
"Yeah, the name's Dana."
"Nice name."
Mulder started to make gagging noises and Alex reached over to swat at him, but he leaned over too far and tipped his chair over, causing his head to land in Mulder's lap.
*yeesh, just throw yourself at him on the first day why don't cha?* Alex thought.
"One more interruption and I'm kicking both of you out!"
Mulder looked like he was extremely intersted in his pencil and completely oblivious to the guy's head in his lap.
Well, *almost* oblivious.
*Man, I know that's not what I think it is behind my ear. Can't be. but maybe...*
"Umm, alex, do you mind getting your head out of my lap now?"
Alex blushed a lil bit and tried to straighten himself up, but it really was a futile effort.
He sighed and scooted over out of Mulder's lap until he was comppletely on the floor under the table.
*maybe I should just spend the rest of class under here.*
Just then, the fire alarm went off.
*Saved by the bell,* thought Alex.
"Everyone, meet down on the socceer field so I can get a head count."
Everyone filed out in more or less of an orderly fashion, considering that usually people feel the need to try to run people over in the halls.
Alex crawled out fom under the tabe, and Mulder grinned at him slightly.
"C'mon. It's bad form to burn up on your first day."
*Maybe I was imagining that...he doesn't seem to be the type...too bad, but damn he's cute.*
Really not mine. They belong to Chris Carter. I'm just screwin w/ them more than he does. And since I acknowledge that the characters are not mine...don't sue.
You won't get shit if you sue me. I deliver pizzas. I have no money. I promise. I would be willing to strike another type of deal w/ Mr Carter if he were compelled to sue...what? He's hot...but I digress.
The second thing that I should mention is that there will be some mention of cutting in here, so if you think that reading this would be a trigger, then please don't read this.
*get mama look in her eyes*
Ok, now that all of the formalities are out of the way *takes mama look out of her eyes* umm, right now this fic is rated R, subject to change, depending on what kind of feedback I get.
And I hate it for ya'll M/S shippers out there, but based on my curent mindframe(subject to change), they ain't gettin toghether.
Oh shit!!!
I forgot the most important thing!!!
This is an AU fic.
This will be when Mulder's in high school(no pop crap I promise), but since I can't think of any good angst songs from when he would have been in high school, I'm bumping him up to being a current timeframe fic.
Umm, for the sake of argument, and because I really have no clue, Krycek's a couple of years younger than Mulder, so they have a couple of classes toghether, and yeah, I'm taking liberites w/ everyone by moving them to Chilmark, including Scully, but I think that she'd be 3 years behind them(correct me if I'm wrong on this)
And now, cause I think I've gotten through all of the AN crap...although I more than likely haven't, but oh well, on w the fic...
"God, what time is it?" Mulder wondered aloud.
*ugh, 7:30am? I'll be late, again. Shit! I thought I set this thing for an earlier time*
"Fox! Get your ass down here right now!!!"
*ugh, quit your bitchin Mom, I gotta put some clothes on.*
Mulder rolled out of bed and walked leisurely over to the shower.
*can't ruin my perfect late streak now can I?*
"You worthless bitch!! You've been sneaking around with him again haven't you?"
"Well, if you showed me a little affection then I wouldn't have to go elsewhere for what I need!"
"They make things for what you need called anything else but another man!"
*ahh, another lovely morning in the Mulder house*
As soon as he finished his shower, he walked back into his room and started rummaging for some clothes to wear.
*you wouldn't think that I'd have to spend so much time looking for clothes. Not like I give a shit about that I look like to those bastards.*
He finally saw a red shirt he wanted to wear and he grabbed a pair of jeans out of the closet.
He laced up his boots, grabbed his jacket and books and reached for the door.
"Fox! Didn't you hear your mother yelling for you to come down for breakfast?"
"Actually no, not over that lovely argument that you guys were having."
"Don't you dare talk back to me you worthless little shit!"
Mulder turned to his father with hate burning in his eyes.
"The next time you hit me will be the last time old man."
"Threatening me boy? C'mon, show your old man what you got."
"I would, but I don't know where my father is."
Mulder's father balled up his fist to strike him in the face again, but Mulder caught his fist before it connected.
"I don't have time for this bullshit."
Mulder shoved the old man backwards over the chair, grabbed his things and opened the front door ro leave.
He ran out to his car, jumped in, revved the engine and peeled out of the yard.
Once he got into the school lot, he killed the engine and grabbed his stuff, plus he reached into his glove compartment for something.
*another day of hell on earth*
He walked into his math class, where he was late, as usual.
"Ah Mr. Mulder. How nice of you to grace us with your presence."
"Couldn't dissapoint my loyal fans."
"Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to introduce a new student. If he ever gets here."
As if on cue, the door opened and a tall black haired guy walked in and handed Mr. Johnson a note.
"Ah, I was just talking about you. Class, this is Alex Krykek"[he's saying it the way he thinks it sounds because there's no h there]
Alex takes a pen off of the closest desk and writes Krychek on the back of the pass.
"That's how it's pronounced sir."
"Ahh, I apologize."
"I've heard worse sir."
"Anyway, Alex just moved here from..."
"Out west."
"Any particular place?"
"Oh, just a tiny flyspeck town you've never heard of, more than likely."
"Oh. Anyways just take a seat next to Mr. Mulder in the last row."
Alex walked to the back of the room and sat next to Mulder.
"psst. what's your name?"
"Mulder."
"I meant your first name."
"Didn't I just say to call me Mulder?"
"that bad eh?"
Mulder didn't answer him.
"psst! what's your next class?"
"If I feel like going, chemistry."
"I think I have that class next. Mr. Jacobs?"
"yeah. He's a lil wierd."
"Mr Mulder, Mr. Krycek? Anything you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"
"Actually we were discussing reasons why your class is so dead boring."
"Would you like a referral Mr. Mulder?"
"not particularly, but if you're out of new cars, I'll take one."
"I think you'd enjoy the martyr role too much. Just sit out in the hall until class is over."
Mulder grabbed his books, shot the teacher a dirty look, and walked outside.
*I hate that fucker so much. Other people could start shooting up the class and he wouldn't mind, but let me cut a loud fart and he's on me like I tried to kill the President. Fucker*
He sat down on the floor beside the door and pulled out his compass and started to scratch some rather obscene words into the door.
*I wonder how much longer the period's gonna last*
He looked down at his watch and saw that there were about 25 more minutes left in the period.
*fucking wonderful*
He sighed, grabbed his books, and walked into the nearest restroom.
He set his stuff on the counter and walked into a stall.
*Did I bring it in here?*
He felt around in his jacket pocket until he found what he was looking for.
He pulled out a small razor, rolled up his shirt sleeve, and proceeded to run the blade across his flesh.
He knew how deep to cut before he went too far, and it took awhile and a trip to the hospital before he got the pressure right.
It was mesmerizing to watch the blood flow.
Hell, it was strangely calming in a way.
With all of the chaos going on around him, plus people taking the time to put him through hell so they could feel better, this was the one thing that he had total control over.
*yippie, another class to waste my time*
He grabbed some toilet paper out of the stall and wiped off the razor and blotted his arm to make sure that he really didn't hit anything by accident.
He opened the door and dampened the paper under a faucet to clean off the excess blood when he heard someone come in.
He yanked down his sleeve and pretended to wash his hands while the guy walked in.
"Hey, you missed an intersting class you know."
He turned to look and saw that it was the new kid from math class.
"Anyways, before we were so rudely interrupted, anything I need to know about Mr. Jacobs?"
"Nothing much. Just that he's a hard ass bastard unless you're female."
"One of those guys. Fun."
"Yeah, he's a laugh riot. It's a wonder he hasn't been fired yet."
"Those guys know what to do. Speaking of class, can you show me where it is?"
"I guess. C'mon."
Once they made it into the hall, it was just a matter of dodging freshmen and the jocks who thought they owned the halls.
"Hey fairy!! nice to see you've found a girlfriend!"
"Hey asshole! you might want to give your sister better lessons in giving blow jobs! doesn't it hurt when she bites you?"
"You litttle shit!! I'll beat that smirk off of your face!"
"I'm waiting..."
Another one of the jocks stopped the guy before he could get up to Mulder.
"You're lucky my boy's here holding me back."
"I'm shaking. Trust me."
Alex grabbed Mulder's arm and started dragging him in the oposite direction.
"Alex, class is the other way."
"I'm just tryin to keep you from getting your ass kicked. Although I'm curious now...are you gay?"
"No. I just haven'tfound a girl who wasn't into trying to be a whore, so I don't date much. Since I don't have any notches on my headboard, people assume that I'm a fan of the home team."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I totally blame the media on that. Hey, since you don't want to make a bad impresion on the first day, let's go to class."
"You sure you want to go to class now?"
"Well, it'd be rather shitty of me to let you wander the halls right?"
"Point taken. So which way's the way?"
"This way. It seems longer, but there's less chance of you being flattened by all of the freshmen who don't want to be late."
"Ah. Thanks."
So once they managed to make their way through the human barricades that stood between them and chemistry, they managed to make it in the door right before Mr. Jacobs shut it.
People made sure to get into his class on time after the first time that he shut their fingers in the door.
Well, all except Mulder, but then again he really didn't give a flying fuck about that.
"Class, it seems that we have a new student."
Just as Alex was about to stand up, a short red head stood up and introduced herself to the class.
"Guess no one cares much about you Alex," Mulder snickered.
"Bite me."
"Later."
"Gentlemen, is there someting urgent that you need to share with the class, or can it wait until Miss Scully is done with her introduction?"
"Um, no sir. We're quite done."
"Ass kisser."
"Hey, I'm new remember? Tryin not to get on the man's bad side."
"That's all he has I told you. Remember?"
"Gentlemen?"
"Sorry sir."
"Miss Scully, if the two gentlemen at the back of the room are done, would you like to continue on?"
She looked out at them, tempted to say smething rude to them, but she thought better of it, remembering that she was just a frosh, and those guys were at least juniors and likely to make her life hell if she crossed them.
"What I was saying before is that I'm a military brat. Moved around a lot. A whole lot. This is my 9th school so far, ad I'm really hoping it's the last one I have to go to. That's about all I have to say."
"Well, if there are no quick questions, then you may head back to your seat."
Alex raised his hand.
"Yes Mr. Krycek?"
"Umm, do you have a first name, or is it one you'd rather not share?" he asked as he looked directly at Mulder.
"Yeah, the name's Dana."
"Nice name."
Mulder started to make gagging noises and Alex reached over to swat at him, but he leaned over too far and tipped his chair over, causing his head to land in Mulder's lap.
*yeesh, just throw yourself at him on the first day why don't cha?* Alex thought.
"One more interruption and I'm kicking both of you out!"
Mulder looked like he was extremely intersted in his pencil and completely oblivious to the guy's head in his lap.
Well, *almost* oblivious.
*Man, I know that's not what I think it is behind my ear. Can't be. but maybe...*
"Umm, alex, do you mind getting your head out of my lap now?"
Alex blushed a lil bit and tried to straighten himself up, but it really was a futile effort.
He sighed and scooted over out of Mulder's lap until he was comppletely on the floor under the table.
*maybe I should just spend the rest of class under here.*
Just then, the fire alarm went off.
*Saved by the bell,* thought Alex.
"Everyone, meet down on the socceer field so I can get a head count."
Everyone filed out in more or less of an orderly fashion, considering that usually people feel the need to try to run people over in the halls.
Alex crawled out fom under the tabe, and Mulder grinned at him slightly.
"C'mon. It's bad form to burn up on your first day."
*Maybe I was imagining that...he doesn't seem to be the type...too bad, but damn he's cute.*