TITLE: Guilty Association
RATING: PG
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance, Scully/Krycek Friendship
SPOILERS: Requiem, images from Within
SUMMARY: When Alex Krycek and Dana Scully team up to find Mulder, they find they have more in common than they realized.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own therapeutic purposes. They will be returned relatively unharmed to Chris Carter, or whoever wants to borrow them next, when I'm done.
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Guilty Association
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Prologue
The old man goes tumbling down the stairs. Oddly enough, Alex Krycek doesn't know what he feels after accomplishing this goal. Does he feel happiness? No, happiness is not the sensation he generally ascribes to the feeling after a killing. That would be more like a euphoric rush. But not this time. There's no euphoria, no rush. There's a definite sense of anger putting a damper on the euphoria. He was just so angry before killing the cigarette smoking devil and he's shocked to find himself still angry now that it's all over. Instead of relief, the killing has stirred up within him what he can only describe as a sense of restlessness. As if this somehow is not an ending, but merely the start of something new.
"We should clear out his office," Marita says, grabbing him as he mindlessly walks by. He shakes himself from his thoughts. He needs to get over this unsettled feeling. He has everything he's ever wanted - Mulder out of the picture and Spender dead. And both happened at his hands. Rather, his hand, he should say. So why isn't he on top of the world? Regardless, Marita is right. He's lucky she's on his side for the moment.
"You're right," he tells her aloud, echoing his silent thoughts. "We can take all of his notes and records and begin the work again on our own."
The private care facility where CSM has been spending his last days was his residence as well as his business office. It takes a few hours, but they get all of what they need packed - business records, associate phone lists, as well as a few personal files Alex thought might be insightful.
"What are those?" Marita asks as he tucks them into the last box before leaving.
"I'm not sure yet. It should make for some interesting reading, though," he says with a smug grin. Little did he know, though, that those very files would change his life in a way he never imagined possible. Alex Krycek was about to find out just what it's like to live in his own worst nightmare.
Chapter 1
Three months later
The murky darkness temporarily blinds him. Slowly he blinks open his eyes to an unfamiliar room. It's more like a chamber, and when he tries sit up to look around, he finds himself strapped to a chair of some kind. Suddenly, the lights get too bright and he's able to see the drill just as it comes towards his head.
"Ahhh!" Krycek screams, waking himself from his terrible dream. He's been having them non stop for the past three months. He can clearly see that the man being tortured in his dreams is Mulder, but Krycek is the one who feels the pain. Every saw, every drill, every prick he feels in his own body, as if a phantom pain.
He sits up and runs his good hand across his eyes to wipe away the sleep. He's going to be up for the rest of the night now. There's no getting back to sleep after one of those dreams. Instead, he stumbles over to his makeshift bar, pouring himself a generous helping of the first thing he put his hand on.
"I can't take this anymore," he practically sobs, the months of sleep deprivation finally catching up to him. He has to find a way to end this constant nightmare. He thought Marita would help him. But she left not long after the whole mess started. If only he hadn't taken those files from Spender's office. He'd be guilt free and blissfully ignorant right about now.
The dreams started soon after he found the files. And the dreams are always the same images of Mulder being tortured by the aliens. It seemed to be a fair price for him to pay since he all but handed Mulder over to them. But the pain. The pain has been more than Krycek can bear. He used to go out to bars and drink himself oblivious. But he found it easier to drink from home. Now, even his drunken comas don't stop the dreams. They've only become more intense.
Krycek finishes his drink and pours another, finishing that one as well. Once he finds himself suitably numb, he roots on the floor for a pair of pants and shirt, messily dressing himself. Once he's covered to his own satisfaction, he stumbles from his shabby apartment, wandering out into the street. The only thing on his mind is ending the pain. He can't take it anymore. The street is surprisingly busy for this time of night, he notices in his numbed state. 'In death there is freedom,' is the last thought in his head as he steps off the curb and into the car speeding through the light. He's thankful to be quickly rendered dreamlessly and painlessly unconscious.
When he awakens, it's in the room again. The dark chamber. He can't see much, be he can still feel. He feels the drill in his teeth, the saw on his chest, the agonizing torture he knows is not his own, but is of his making. He knows now that this is just the dream. He isn't free. He's just more a prisoner than he was before.
He manages to separate himself from Mulder and watches as his dream self floats about the tortured man.
"Help me," Mulder begs, out of his head with pain.
"How?" Alex hears himself ask. "I can't stop this."
"You started it. You gave me to them. You have to end it."
"I have to end it," he nods. "I have to find you."
With that, another sharp pain fills his chest, ripping him away from the torture chamber. His eyes fly open to the sight of several blurry creatures milling around him.
"I got a rhythm. He's back," he hears on the left.
"Sir, can you hear me?" he hears on the right. "Sir, you were in an accident. You're in the hospital now. You're going to be fine."
He groans, realizing he's still alive and trapped in his miserable existence. He wants to curse the doctors for bringing him back, but can only moan at the pain he's feeling.
"Just relax," a kind voice says. "We're giving you something for the pain. Now, can you tell us who we can contact for you?"
He can feel the drugs flowing through his blood, starting to take effect. His pain is slowing drifting away, along with his ability to stay awake. But he can still remember the promise made in his dream. He has to help Mulder. But to do that, he has to find him first. And only one person will be desperate enough to help him.
"Scully. Dana Scully," he manages to whisper before falling asleep.
To be continued . . .
RATING: PG
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance, Scully/Krycek Friendship
SPOILERS: Requiem, images from Within
SUMMARY: When Alex Krycek and Dana Scully team up to find Mulder, they find they have more in common than they realized.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own therapeutic purposes. They will be returned relatively unharmed to Chris Carter, or whoever wants to borrow them next, when I'm done.
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Guilty Association
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Prologue
The old man goes tumbling down the stairs. Oddly enough, Alex Krycek doesn't know what he feels after accomplishing this goal. Does he feel happiness? No, happiness is not the sensation he generally ascribes to the feeling after a killing. That would be more like a euphoric rush. But not this time. There's no euphoria, no rush. There's a definite sense of anger putting a damper on the euphoria. He was just so angry before killing the cigarette smoking devil and he's shocked to find himself still angry now that it's all over. Instead of relief, the killing has stirred up within him what he can only describe as a sense of restlessness. As if this somehow is not an ending, but merely the start of something new.
"We should clear out his office," Marita says, grabbing him as he mindlessly walks by. He shakes himself from his thoughts. He needs to get over this unsettled feeling. He has everything he's ever wanted - Mulder out of the picture and Spender dead. And both happened at his hands. Rather, his hand, he should say. So why isn't he on top of the world? Regardless, Marita is right. He's lucky she's on his side for the moment.
"You're right," he tells her aloud, echoing his silent thoughts. "We can take all of his notes and records and begin the work again on our own."
The private care facility where CSM has been spending his last days was his residence as well as his business office. It takes a few hours, but they get all of what they need packed - business records, associate phone lists, as well as a few personal files Alex thought might be insightful.
"What are those?" Marita asks as he tucks them into the last box before leaving.
"I'm not sure yet. It should make for some interesting reading, though," he says with a smug grin. Little did he know, though, that those very files would change his life in a way he never imagined possible. Alex Krycek was about to find out just what it's like to live in his own worst nightmare.
Chapter 1
Three months later
The murky darkness temporarily blinds him. Slowly he blinks open his eyes to an unfamiliar room. It's more like a chamber, and when he tries sit up to look around, he finds himself strapped to a chair of some kind. Suddenly, the lights get too bright and he's able to see the drill just as it comes towards his head.
"Ahhh!" Krycek screams, waking himself from his terrible dream. He's been having them non stop for the past three months. He can clearly see that the man being tortured in his dreams is Mulder, but Krycek is the one who feels the pain. Every saw, every drill, every prick he feels in his own body, as if a phantom pain.
He sits up and runs his good hand across his eyes to wipe away the sleep. He's going to be up for the rest of the night now. There's no getting back to sleep after one of those dreams. Instead, he stumbles over to his makeshift bar, pouring himself a generous helping of the first thing he put his hand on.
"I can't take this anymore," he practically sobs, the months of sleep deprivation finally catching up to him. He has to find a way to end this constant nightmare. He thought Marita would help him. But she left not long after the whole mess started. If only he hadn't taken those files from Spender's office. He'd be guilt free and blissfully ignorant right about now.
The dreams started soon after he found the files. And the dreams are always the same images of Mulder being tortured by the aliens. It seemed to be a fair price for him to pay since he all but handed Mulder over to them. But the pain. The pain has been more than Krycek can bear. He used to go out to bars and drink himself oblivious. But he found it easier to drink from home. Now, even his drunken comas don't stop the dreams. They've only become more intense.
Krycek finishes his drink and pours another, finishing that one as well. Once he finds himself suitably numb, he roots on the floor for a pair of pants and shirt, messily dressing himself. Once he's covered to his own satisfaction, he stumbles from his shabby apartment, wandering out into the street. The only thing on his mind is ending the pain. He can't take it anymore. The street is surprisingly busy for this time of night, he notices in his numbed state. 'In death there is freedom,' is the last thought in his head as he steps off the curb and into the car speeding through the light. He's thankful to be quickly rendered dreamlessly and painlessly unconscious.
When he awakens, it's in the room again. The dark chamber. He can't see much, be he can still feel. He feels the drill in his teeth, the saw on his chest, the agonizing torture he knows is not his own, but is of his making. He knows now that this is just the dream. He isn't free. He's just more a prisoner than he was before.
He manages to separate himself from Mulder and watches as his dream self floats about the tortured man.
"Help me," Mulder begs, out of his head with pain.
"How?" Alex hears himself ask. "I can't stop this."
"You started it. You gave me to them. You have to end it."
"I have to end it," he nods. "I have to find you."
With that, another sharp pain fills his chest, ripping him away from the torture chamber. His eyes fly open to the sight of several blurry creatures milling around him.
"I got a rhythm. He's back," he hears on the left.
"Sir, can you hear me?" he hears on the right. "Sir, you were in an accident. You're in the hospital now. You're going to be fine."
He groans, realizing he's still alive and trapped in his miserable existence. He wants to curse the doctors for bringing him back, but can only moan at the pain he's feeling.
"Just relax," a kind voice says. "We're giving you something for the pain. Now, can you tell us who we can contact for you?"
He can feel the drugs flowing through his blood, starting to take effect. His pain is slowing drifting away, along with his ability to stay awake. But he can still remember the promise made in his dream. He has to help Mulder. But to do that, he has to find him first. And only one person will be desperate enough to help him.
"Scully. Dana Scully," he manages to whisper before falling asleep.
To be continued . . .