Title: Sui Generis
(Latin: weird, odd, and bizarre)

Author: Kerttu

Date: Finished February 2001, modified January 2002, remodified June 2004

Feedback: Welcome, but go slow and tread carefully, this is my first attempt of a longer X-Files story.

Distribution: Any place that enjoys this story.

Rating: R, for ideas mostly

Content warning: gender confusion, angst, implied torture

Category: Mulder/Scully, Krycek/Mulder, babyfic (yeah, go figure)

Spoilers: All of the seasons and the movie, I didn't keep track of where I exactly took the comments from. And this is AU branching off after 'Requiem' although I've tried to be true to general canon.

Summary: Mulder has believed in extreme possibilities all his life. Now he has to live with them. Two of them.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, CC has them in iron grip, although I would sell him my obnoxious neighbour only to get a glimpse of the insides of those sound stages....

Thanks: To my friends Ebe and Ingrid who supported me through this opus. To my totally supreme beta Tarlan, who managed to turn this thing into a legible story. Thank you all. All the mistakes that remain are mine alone.

Sui Generis

by Kerttu

Prelude

1st of May, Thursday, 2003

Mulder awoke with a slight headache. Running a hand over his face, he felt the bandage on his forehead.

'One should not get thrown out ...or drink SO much...' he concluded and opened his eyes. He was on his bed - and he was alone.

She was gone. It was to be expected but still, some little part of him had hoped that she would have the nerve to stay and wait until he came out of the post-coital coma. Suddenly he remembered the look in her eyes, when she had just watched him for a while. He had almost thought she would start crying. There had been vulnerability he had never imagined her to have. She seemed to be breaking when she reached out and traced his face with her fingertips - and then they had been at 'it' again.

'Jeez' Mulder, what have you done?' he didn't grin when he thought that, but then another thought crossed his head: what would he tell Scully? 'Oh My God...' He sat up and looked at the bed again.

Last night he really had done the unthinkable - he had slept with Alex Krycek.