A/N: This is an idea I had before, to make a story based on the song "Weekend in New England". For a change, the pairing will be Scully/Krycek. Here in this story, they were childhood sweethearts, and in meeting each other in Nantucket Island, they reminisced about their past, including being former FBI agents. Oh, and I researched on the place, so I hope I got it right.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the X-Files. It's by Chris Carter. The title is based on the song "Weekend in New England". Credits to the songwriter.

Weekend in New England

(Friday Night)

It was the most unlikely idea she had that she soon gave in to. She decided to go to Nantucket Island all by herself. She never told anyone about it. Not even him. The reasons why she came here were vague. She didn't know why she chose to have a little vacation when there was so much work to do back at home. All she knew was, she needed to have some time-out to think things over. She needed to break away from it all. Maybe staying here for a while would help.

Dana Scully, MD, booked for an in room at the reception desk. The lady gave the keys to Room 841. After thanking the receptionist, she climbed two flights of stairs to her room on the third floor. She opened the door, went inside, and settled down her baggage containing 3-days worth of clothes. She lay down on the bed and rested for a while, closing her eyes. The room was tiny, but cozy and well-furnished. There was a bedside table to her right with a lampshade on top of it. A dresser faced her bed. In the rightmost corner was a door leading to the private bathroom. To the left of her bed was a wooden closet. The walls were painted in a relaxing shade of apple green, and the bed sheets were in the same color to match the walls.

Scully stood up and went to the terrace overlooking the sandy beaches. She breathed in the cool night air. The sea was very still, with small curls of waves dancing on its dark surface. The full moon shone, sometimes covered by clouds, and the sky was dotted with a few stars. As she looked across the ocean, she wondered what was in store for her in coming here.

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The lanky man sat on an upturned boat by the seashore. The waves swayed back and forth on the shoreline, slightly wetting his bare feet. He looked upwards at the moonlit sky, savoring the peace and quiet of the place. He had been living here in Nantucket Island for a couple of years now, where he ran the tourist inn he and his uncle owned. He also worked as an artist. His paintings and sketches adorned the walls of the inn.

It was a far cry from his former life as an FBI agent. Back then, he knew too much about the government conspiracies and other top-secret information. He betrayed the people he worked with by conspiring with the Bureau's traitors. Before he knew it, all that he did returned to him, a hundred times worse than he imagined. He almost died, yet he was one lucky son of a bitch to have made it out alive. He decided he had enough, and left the Bureau for good. Today, Alex Krycek felt that it was the best decision he made. He wouldn't exchange his serene life on the island for anything on earth.

Krycek got up and laid his back flat on the sand. He stretched his arms outward, smiling to himself. Tonight the weather was chilly, the breeze tickling his cheeks like droplets of cold water from a sprinkler. To his left, he could see clearly the back portion of St. Elmo's Inn. Those were the rooms with the balconies on it. He looked at it more closely. One of the rooms had its lights on. A woman with long hair was standing on the balcony, which piqued his interest. This season was when tourism was off-peak, and he wondered why she chose to stay at their inn.

He looked intensely at her. The wind blew through her shoulder-length hair, and she turned to face in his direction. He thought she saw him, but it didn't look like she did. Krycek could see her face a little, slightly illuminated by the full moon. She looked somewhat familiar. He felt like he'd know her before. But Krycek only dismissed it as his eyes playing tricks on him.

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Scully turned to another direction and leaned her arms on the balcony railing. From afar, she saw a man lying on the sand, looking like he was at peace with the world. She could barely see how he looked like. But when the moon shone on him, Scully gasped. The man she saw looked awfully familiar. A man from her past. A colleague who betrayed her and her partner.

It can't be, she thought. But when the clouds covered the moon and she looked at him again, she concluded that maybe he only had a semblance to the person she had in mind. She went inside her room, reasoning out that her eyes were fooling her because she was sleepy.

(TBC)

A/N: Please give me a little idea about Krycek's character, as I need it. Thanks. RR! Tell me what you think of this story.