TITLE: Forgotten Past (2/3)
AUTHOR: Mel X Lady
RATING: R
CATEGORY: n/a
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SPOILERS: Beyond the Sea, Tunguska/Terma
SUMMARY: Scully is taken by an unlikely acquaintance and learns that part of her past threatens the future.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in the following fanfic, CC and 1013/Fox does. I'm not making any money, ::shows wallet with nothing in it::, and CC is. Good for him.
NOTE:
It would make a lot more sense if you read the first part first:)
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Scully yawned as she woke up and looked around the room, she noticed it was still dark outside and her watch said it was only 2 am. She was starting to grow used to the white room where she had lived for the past week and a half. She was also starting to get use to Krycek, not comfortable, but used to him. Dana sat up and stretched than ran her fingers through her hair as she stood up and walked toward the door. She opened it quietly and slipped down the hall as she looked at the couch and saw Krycek, still asleep. She smiled slightly but quickly wiped it off her face as she walked toward him. He looked uncomfortable as he rested his long body on a couch that was just slightly bigger then she was.
"Krycek?" she said quietly as she shook his shoulder but watched him turn over.
"For an assassin, you sure sleep soundly," she said quietly as she fought back against the memories of Melissa and the thought that Krycek could have killed her.
"Alex, Alex wake up."
Krycek stirred at the voice that said a long since forgotten name as he turned back over and made eye contact with Scully.
"Scully? Something wrong?"
"Yeah, you're in here when you should be in on your own bed, Lord, aren't you soar?" she asked as she looked and realized at what position his neck was in.
"No, I'm fine, Scully, that's really sweet, but I'm okay."
"Alex, please?"
"No, it wouldn't be right, you sleep in the bed, I'm okay on the couch."
"Alex, come on, go sleep on the bed, you where limping this morning," she said as she looked into his eyes as he sighed, defeated, and stood up.
"If you insist, Dana" he said with a smug look on his face as he walked toward the hall.
"See!" she called out as he stopped.
"What?"
"You're limping! Your body's leaning toward the right!" she said as he looked toward her and back toward the door. It wasn't the couch that was causing him to lean, it was the fact he was missing his left arm. He quickly thought back and realized she didn't know, she didn't know he had lost his arm back in Russia, the fact he had a prosthetic one that was a horrible substitute, or that he was a little self-conscious on it.
"I think you're right, Scully," he said after she looked at him for a minuet. He smiled and walked to his bedroom as she sat down on the couch and sighed. She could still smell him on the pillow as she rested her head against it and inhaled all the scent she could get.
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Krycek woke up and looked around for a second. He wondered if the past week and a half had been a dream or if he really was housing Scully, keeping her from a horrible fate. He stopped as he smelt honey and peaches as he realized Scully had been sleeping on the pillow. He turned his head slightly and rested his nose against the pillow as he smelled the heavenly scent. It was also in the quilt that he rested across his chest. Her smell was everywhere, and he had to admit that he liked it. It had been way too long since he had smelled a woman, and he missed it.
Alex was shocked out of his reality when he watched the door open slowly as he quickly brought the quilt over his left shoulder and closed his eyes. He listened as he heard Scully quietly walk across the room and to the bathroom. She shut the door and he heard the lock snap. He sighed as he heard the shower start up and Krycek sat up. He took one last sniff of her quilt before he put it back down and got up.
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Scully opened the bathroom door slightly and looked out. She sighed slightly as she stepped out and picked up a pair of jeans and a blouse. She quickly put on her clothes as she eyed the door and hoped Krycek wouldn't walk in on her. She still wasn't sure what he was capable of, but she doubted deep inside that he would hurt her. At least, according to his story, his story that she was still piecing together. She was also aware that he had lied to her in the past, and had tended to make her life a living hell for the past 5 years.
A knock to the door interrupted her thoughts as she quickly buttoned up her shirt and walked over to it and opened it.
"I put breakfast on the table," he said as she nodded and smiled.
"Thank you, but Krycek, I can cook too," she said as he smiled and looked down toward the ground. Scully placed her index and middle fingers under his chin and lifted his head up so they made eye contact. She leaned forward slightly and brushed her lips above his. She hesitantly pressed her lips to his as took her right hand in his right hand and placed his left behind him. Scully broke away as she looked at him and blinked a few times.
"Krycek-"
"Think nothing of it. I know, you go eat, I'll be out in a minuet."
She nodded slightly as he smiled and walked past her and toward the bathroom. She walked down the hall, in a daze. Why had she kissed him? What was the compelling reason that had called to her to lean forward and kiss him? Was it just mental, the fact that he was the only person she had seen in almost 2 weeks, was that the only reason? Or was there something more, something deeper that called to her, forced her to look at him, to smell his pillow, to kiss him? Scully dismissed the idea as she sat down and picked up the spoon full of cereal.
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Krycek looked up as his phone rang. He looked over toward Scully and stood up. It had been a long time since anyone had called him at home, and he wasn't sure what that ment.
"Hello," he said as he looked up at Scully's curious glances. She watched him as he quickly turned away from her and he heard him gasp silently a few times. She quickly stood up and walked behind him as he started to put the phone down, but he couldn't get it on the hook because his hands where quivering so badly. Scully slowly took it out of his hand and put it in the cradle.
"Alex?" she asked quietly as he turned around and looked at her, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
"That was my dad, my Mom died last night," he said as he allowed a tear to slip down his cheek.
"Come here," she said as she embraced him and rested his head on her shoulder. He sobbed silently as she stroked his hair and whispered soothing words. He trembled in her arms as she stood and became the base for both of them. A strong base that wouldn't dare fall.
"The funeral is in two days, in Georgetown," he said through her collar bone.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"Please?"
"All right," she said quietly as she moved her right hand and began to rub his back. She moved her hand in circular motions as he gasped silently.
"Come on, Alex, when my dad died, I did a lot of sleeping and working," she said quietly as memories of his funeral came back and Luther Boggs. She was glad the bastard had been killed, he deserved it. Although, he did help her find those kids and had probably saved her life. She shook the thoughts as she placed Krycek's left arm over her shoulder but stopped after she felt it. It didn't feel normal, it felt hard, and fake.
"Later," he whispered as he noticed she had looked at it. She nodded as they walked off to the bedroom.
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Scully helped put him in the bed and pulled her quilt up to his neck. She kissed his forehead as he looked at her, his eyes in a daze. She stood up as she felt him grab her left hand gently. Scully looked back, her eyes questioning as he closed his eyes and opened them back up gently.
"Stay with me," he said as she nodded and pulled a chair up next to bed.
"It's okay, I won't let you go, Alex, you're safe, I'm here."
He nodded as he held her left hand in his right hand and stroked her fingers gently.
"I love you," he said as she looked at him.
"No, no you don't, it's just the shock, it'll wear off soon, believe me," she said as he closed his eyes and drifted off. She smiled slightly as she rested her head next to their hands. It was true, she wasn't going to leave him, not yet, not unless she had to.
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Scully looked at the wig that she had spent ten minuets trying to put on. Her short red hair wouldn't cooperate, it didn't want to go under the blonde.
"Alex, are you ready?" she asked quietly as she walked in and found him sitting in a suit, looking at a picture.
"Almost, I just wanted to see this first," he said as he stood up and showed Scully the picture.
"That's me in the middle, the man is my dad and the dark haired woman is my Mom. The light haired one was our next door neighbor, I think her husband took the picture. I'm pretty sure I was about 7 in that picture," he said as she looked at it. His Mom was very pretty, she had on a green dress and had her hair pulled up. His dad had on a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt, while Alex had on a striped shirt and a pair of jeans on.
"She was beautiful," Scully said as he nodded slightly.
"Thank you, ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go," she said as they walked toward the door.
"Alex, are you going to be all right?" she asked as he stopped and looked at her.
"It hurts," he said through a whisper as she walked toward him and hugged him.
"I know it does, it will for a while, but I'm here, I'm not going to leave you," she whispered into his ear. He recomposed himself and nodded.
"Let's go."
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Scully stood next to Krycek the whole time. She held his hand and dried his tears through out the service and while he looked into the casket.
"She looks peaceful," he whispered to her. She nodded in agreement as he bit his lower lip and whispered something to her in Russian.
"Okay," he said as she nodded and walked with him toward a group of people.
"Alexi," an older man said quietly as Scully recognized him from the picture, it was Alex's dad.
"Dad," he said quietly as he hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"How are you holding up?" he asked as Alex stepped back and took Scully's hand again.
"I'm pretty bad, but I have Dana to help me."
"I don't think we've met, Hello, I'm Ivan," he said as he extended his hand. Scully took it with her right hand and held Krycek's hand with her left.
"Dad, was Mom peaceful?" Krycek asked and Ivan nodded.
"I woke up two days ago, but she didn't wake up with me," he said as he looked down toward the ground.
"I'm very sorry," Scully said and he nodded.
"Thank you," he said quietly as he nodded to Krycek and turned around to speak to someone else.
Krycek looked toward Scully and shifted his fingers a bit.
"Scully-"
"Dana, please."
"Dana, Why?"
"Alex, she had a full life, she had you and your father, and came to America, and had a full and amazing life."
"I know, but I mean, why, you?"
"What about me?" she asked quietly as Alex looked around and began to whisper.
"Dana, you could have left me, or killed me countless times in the past two weeks, or locked yourself in the bedroom, but you haven't. You've stayed with me, infact, you've been with me the past few days supporting me and caring for me, why?"
Scully opened her mouth slightly, but was interrupted by a little girl who pulled on Krycek's pants to get his attention.
"Here," she said quietly as she handed him a box. Krycek lifted the box up so he could see it clearly, he looked back down to thank her, but found she was gone.
"Where'd she go?"
"I don't know, do you know her, Alex?"
"No."
"What's in the box?" she asked as Krycek opened the box slightly and opened his mouth as he intook a sharp gasp of air.
"Alex?"
"I'll show you when we get home," he said quietly as he closed the box and held it in his right hand.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't worry about it, do you want me to hold it or do you have it?"
"I think I have it."
"All right" she said quietly as they walked around and talked to various friends and family members for the next hour.
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Scully watched as Krycek placed a rose on the tombstone of the fresh grave. She walked next to him as he began to tremble again.
"Alex," she whispered quietly as he turned toward her and wrapped his right arm around her.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Alex, it's okay, don't apologize."
He nodded slightly as they started to walk toward the car. Krycek opened the driver's side door but Scully stopped him.
"I'll drive, I know the way back," she said as he nodded and gave her the keys. He climbed into the passenger side and Scully helped him with his safety belt.
"Sleep Krycek," she whispered as he closed his eyes and felt the soft purr of the engine start.
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Scully sat on the couch reading a book as Krycek walked in and sat next to her. Almost a week had passed since the funeral and Krycek was starting to feel better. He wasn't crying anymore, but he still had to hold on to Scully for support sometimes.
"Scully, I want to show you what was in the box."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he said as he placed the box on his lap and opened it, revealing a ring, a necklace, and a piece of lace.
"Were these your mom's?"
"Yes, her engagement ring," he said as he picked it up and examined it. He ran his fingers over the smooth metal and the finely cut diamonds and handed it to Scully.
"her necklace. She always wore this when I was little, I'm not sure what it ment, but I remember it," he said as he picked up a gold chain that held a celestial moon.
"What's the lace from?" Scully asked as he handed her the necklace and picked up the lace.
"Her wedding dress. She and my dad got married and then left for America the next day. She couldn't take her dress with her, so she ripped this off the bottom," he said as he stroked the lace with his fingers and gave the piece to Scully.
"It's all beautiful," Scully said after a few moments of silence.
"Thank you,"
"No, Thank you for showing it to me," she said as she kissed Krycek's cheek gently. She pulled back as she felt her heart race and she looked at him with her mouth opened slightly. They sat in the uncomfortable silence for a second until Scully jumped up.
"Well, I think I'll start dinner, what are you in the mood for?"
Krycek stood up and shrugged.
"What ever you want, is fine with me," he said as she nodded and quickly stepped off to the kitchen. Krycek sat back down and held his head. Why did he have to stop himself? Why was the first thing that came to his mind, you? What do you want for Dinner? You. That was horrible and he didn't want to scare her. Not when she was starting to look comfortable.
Krycek stopped all the thoughts that battled in his mind as he looked up and heard the knock at the door.
"Shit" he murmured silently as he quickly ran to the kitchen.
"Scully," he whispered as she looked up at him.
"Scully, get to the bedroom, gather your things, get in the shower, don't say a word, don't make a sound, I'll let you know when it's okay," he whispered into her ear as he gently pushed her toward the door as she nodded in agreement and sprinted to the bathroom.
He heard the knocking at the door again as he sighed and opened it.
"So you're making house calls now?" he said coldly as he watched the old man place a cigarette in-between his lips and proceed to light it.
"No smoking."
"Too bad," he said as he walked into the room and looked around.
"Memories, Alex?" he asked as he walked toward the opened box with the scattered contents around the couch. Krycek just stood in silence as the smoking man picked up the lace and ran it through his fingers.
"Where is she, Alex?"
"Who?"
"You! You know who," he said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and placed the burning edge to the piece of lace. Krycek quickly lunged forward and tried to grab it.
"Tell me where she is, and I won't do anything else."
"She's where you last saw her, in her grave!" Krycek said as he tried for the lace again but his fingers fell short.
"Damnit Alex, when will you learn? This is the second time you've failed in one mission."
"Damnit, I did it, She is dead. Dead in her grave!" he said, his voice raising in anger as he quickly tried to gain control.
"We'll see about that."
"Yes, we will," he said but quickly regretted it as the smoking man stood up and dropped the cigarette to the ground, next to the burnt and discarded lace.
"Always a pleasure, Alex."
Krycek stood silently as he heard the door shut and sighed. He bent down and picked up the lace.
"Oh, God," he murmured silently as he placed the burnt lace into the box and closed it. He sat on the couch as he realized the smoking man had taken the necklace and the ring.
"Fuck," he murmured as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. He opened the door and walked to the shower.
"Scully," he said quietly as he pulled the curtain back and saw her sitting and looking at his knee caps.
"Dana-"
"Who was it?"
"The Smoking man. The bastard. That fucking bastard!" he said as he walked out of the door and Scully quickly stood up and followed him.
"What did he do?" she asked as he walked to the coffee table and pointed to the box.
"He burnt my mother's lace, and took her jewelry."
"No, he didn't," she said as he looked at her.
"What?"
"He may have burnt the lace, but I have your ring and necklace," she said as he looked at her, his eyes wide.
"How?"
"When I stood up, I forgot I had it in my hand. I slipped the ring on and forgot it was there and I have her necklace-" she said as she pulled the necklace out of her pocket and slipped the engagement ring off her left ring finger.
"Dana!" he cried out as he hugged her and smelt her hair unconsciously.
"Are you okay?" she asked quietly as he closed his eyes and swayed slightly.
"I need to tell you about my arm," he said quietly as she pulled back and looked at him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She nodded slightly as he sat her down on the couch and took off his shirt. Scully allowed her eyes to search over his smooth chest as she noticed he had a scar along his stomach. She then shifted her eyes to his left arm and furrowed her brow slightly.
"What happened to you?" she asked quietly as she scooted closer to him as she allowed herself a closer look at his arm.
"When I was in Russia a few years ago, back with Mulder, there where...tests. With the black oil. To escape the tests, my arm was cut off. Worst way too, hot sword in the middle of the freezing woods at night. I still have nightmares about it."
"Does it hurt?"
"Sometimes, mostly memories, those hurt worst of all."
"Alex, your parents, they didn't know you did this? Do this? Your job, with the death and risk and-"
"No, my parents think I'm an FBI agent still," he said as he quickly stopped himself and looked at her.
"My father thinks I'm an FBI agent," he corrected himself and looked at the necklace that he held in his right hand.
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Forgotten Past (3/3)
http://www.fanfiction.net/master.cfm?action=story-read&storyid=35554
AUTHOR: Mel X Lady
RATING: R
CATEGORY: n/a
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Feel free to post this anywhere as
long as my name stays with the fanfic.
FEEDBACK: MLKChessQueen@Juno.com
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SPOILERS: Beyond the Sea, Tunguska/Terma
SUMMARY: Scully is taken by an unlikely acquaintance and learns that part of her past threatens the future.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in the following fanfic, CC and 1013/Fox does. I'm not making any money, ::shows wallet with nothing in it::, and CC is. Good for him.
NOTE:
It would make a lot more sense if you read the first part first:)
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Scully yawned as she woke up and looked around the room, she noticed it was still dark outside and her watch said it was only 2 am. She was starting to grow used to the white room where she had lived for the past week and a half. She was also starting to get use to Krycek, not comfortable, but used to him. Dana sat up and stretched than ran her fingers through her hair as she stood up and walked toward the door. She opened it quietly and slipped down the hall as she looked at the couch and saw Krycek, still asleep. She smiled slightly but quickly wiped it off her face as she walked toward him. He looked uncomfortable as he rested his long body on a couch that was just slightly bigger then she was.
"Krycek?" she said quietly as she shook his shoulder but watched him turn over.
"For an assassin, you sure sleep soundly," she said quietly as she fought back against the memories of Melissa and the thought that Krycek could have killed her.
"Alex, Alex wake up."
Krycek stirred at the voice that said a long since forgotten name as he turned back over and made eye contact with Scully.
"Scully? Something wrong?"
"Yeah, you're in here when you should be in on your own bed, Lord, aren't you soar?" she asked as she looked and realized at what position his neck was in.
"No, I'm fine, Scully, that's really sweet, but I'm okay."
"Alex, please?"
"No, it wouldn't be right, you sleep in the bed, I'm okay on the couch."
"Alex, come on, go sleep on the bed, you where limping this morning," she said as she looked into his eyes as he sighed, defeated, and stood up.
"If you insist, Dana" he said with a smug look on his face as he walked toward the hall.
"See!" she called out as he stopped.
"What?"
"You're limping! Your body's leaning toward the right!" she said as he looked toward her and back toward the door. It wasn't the couch that was causing him to lean, it was the fact he was missing his left arm. He quickly thought back and realized she didn't know, she didn't know he had lost his arm back in Russia, the fact he had a prosthetic one that was a horrible substitute, or that he was a little self-conscious on it.
"I think you're right, Scully," he said after she looked at him for a minuet. He smiled and walked to his bedroom as she sat down on the couch and sighed. She could still smell him on the pillow as she rested her head against it and inhaled all the scent she could get.
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Krycek woke up and looked around for a second. He wondered if the past week and a half had been a dream or if he really was housing Scully, keeping her from a horrible fate. He stopped as he smelt honey and peaches as he realized Scully had been sleeping on the pillow. He turned his head slightly and rested his nose against the pillow as he smelled the heavenly scent. It was also in the quilt that he rested across his chest. Her smell was everywhere, and he had to admit that he liked it. It had been way too long since he had smelled a woman, and he missed it.
Alex was shocked out of his reality when he watched the door open slowly as he quickly brought the quilt over his left shoulder and closed his eyes. He listened as he heard Scully quietly walk across the room and to the bathroom. She shut the door and he heard the lock snap. He sighed as he heard the shower start up and Krycek sat up. He took one last sniff of her quilt before he put it back down and got up.
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Scully opened the bathroom door slightly and looked out. She sighed slightly as she stepped out and picked up a pair of jeans and a blouse. She quickly put on her clothes as she eyed the door and hoped Krycek wouldn't walk in on her. She still wasn't sure what he was capable of, but she doubted deep inside that he would hurt her. At least, according to his story, his story that she was still piecing together. She was also aware that he had lied to her in the past, and had tended to make her life a living hell for the past 5 years.
A knock to the door interrupted her thoughts as she quickly buttoned up her shirt and walked over to it and opened it.
"I put breakfast on the table," he said as she nodded and smiled.
"Thank you, but Krycek, I can cook too," she said as he smiled and looked down toward the ground. Scully placed her index and middle fingers under his chin and lifted his head up so they made eye contact. She leaned forward slightly and brushed her lips above his. She hesitantly pressed her lips to his as took her right hand in his right hand and placed his left behind him. Scully broke away as she looked at him and blinked a few times.
"Krycek-"
"Think nothing of it. I know, you go eat, I'll be out in a minuet."
She nodded slightly as he smiled and walked past her and toward the bathroom. She walked down the hall, in a daze. Why had she kissed him? What was the compelling reason that had called to her to lean forward and kiss him? Was it just mental, the fact that he was the only person she had seen in almost 2 weeks, was that the only reason? Or was there something more, something deeper that called to her, forced her to look at him, to smell his pillow, to kiss him? Scully dismissed the idea as she sat down and picked up the spoon full of cereal.
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Krycek looked up as his phone rang. He looked over toward Scully and stood up. It had been a long time since anyone had called him at home, and he wasn't sure what that ment.
"Hello," he said as he looked up at Scully's curious glances. She watched him as he quickly turned away from her and he heard him gasp silently a few times. She quickly stood up and walked behind him as he started to put the phone down, but he couldn't get it on the hook because his hands where quivering so badly. Scully slowly took it out of his hand and put it in the cradle.
"Alex?" she asked quietly as he turned around and looked at her, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
"That was my dad, my Mom died last night," he said as he allowed a tear to slip down his cheek.
"Come here," she said as she embraced him and rested his head on her shoulder. He sobbed silently as she stroked his hair and whispered soothing words. He trembled in her arms as she stood and became the base for both of them. A strong base that wouldn't dare fall.
"The funeral is in two days, in Georgetown," he said through her collar bone.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"Please?"
"All right," she said quietly as she moved her right hand and began to rub his back. She moved her hand in circular motions as he gasped silently.
"Come on, Alex, when my dad died, I did a lot of sleeping and working," she said quietly as memories of his funeral came back and Luther Boggs. She was glad the bastard had been killed, he deserved it. Although, he did help her find those kids and had probably saved her life. She shook the thoughts as she placed Krycek's left arm over her shoulder but stopped after she felt it. It didn't feel normal, it felt hard, and fake.
"Later," he whispered as he noticed she had looked at it. She nodded as they walked off to the bedroom.
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Scully helped put him in the bed and pulled her quilt up to his neck. She kissed his forehead as he looked at her, his eyes in a daze. She stood up as she felt him grab her left hand gently. Scully looked back, her eyes questioning as he closed his eyes and opened them back up gently.
"Stay with me," he said as she nodded and pulled a chair up next to bed.
"It's okay, I won't let you go, Alex, you're safe, I'm here."
He nodded as he held her left hand in his right hand and stroked her fingers gently.
"I love you," he said as she looked at him.
"No, no you don't, it's just the shock, it'll wear off soon, believe me," she said as he closed his eyes and drifted off. She smiled slightly as she rested her head next to their hands. It was true, she wasn't going to leave him, not yet, not unless she had to.
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Scully looked at the wig that she had spent ten minuets trying to put on. Her short red hair wouldn't cooperate, it didn't want to go under the blonde.
"Alex, are you ready?" she asked quietly as she walked in and found him sitting in a suit, looking at a picture.
"Almost, I just wanted to see this first," he said as he stood up and showed Scully the picture.
"That's me in the middle, the man is my dad and the dark haired woman is my Mom. The light haired one was our next door neighbor, I think her husband took the picture. I'm pretty sure I was about 7 in that picture," he said as she looked at it. His Mom was very pretty, she had on a green dress and had her hair pulled up. His dad had on a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt, while Alex had on a striped shirt and a pair of jeans on.
"She was beautiful," Scully said as he nodded slightly.
"Thank you, ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go," she said as they walked toward the door.
"Alex, are you going to be all right?" she asked as he stopped and looked at her.
"It hurts," he said through a whisper as she walked toward him and hugged him.
"I know it does, it will for a while, but I'm here, I'm not going to leave you," she whispered into his ear. He recomposed himself and nodded.
"Let's go."
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Scully stood next to Krycek the whole time. She held his hand and dried his tears through out the service and while he looked into the casket.
"She looks peaceful," he whispered to her. She nodded in agreement as he bit his lower lip and whispered something to her in Russian.
"Okay," he said as she nodded and walked with him toward a group of people.
"Alexi," an older man said quietly as Scully recognized him from the picture, it was Alex's dad.
"Dad," he said quietly as he hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"How are you holding up?" he asked as Alex stepped back and took Scully's hand again.
"I'm pretty bad, but I have Dana to help me."
"I don't think we've met, Hello, I'm Ivan," he said as he extended his hand. Scully took it with her right hand and held Krycek's hand with her left.
"Dad, was Mom peaceful?" Krycek asked and Ivan nodded.
"I woke up two days ago, but she didn't wake up with me," he said as he looked down toward the ground.
"I'm very sorry," Scully said and he nodded.
"Thank you," he said quietly as he nodded to Krycek and turned around to speak to someone else.
Krycek looked toward Scully and shifted his fingers a bit.
"Scully-"
"Dana, please."
"Dana, Why?"
"Alex, she had a full life, she had you and your father, and came to America, and had a full and amazing life."
"I know, but I mean, why, you?"
"What about me?" she asked quietly as Alex looked around and began to whisper.
"Dana, you could have left me, or killed me countless times in the past two weeks, or locked yourself in the bedroom, but you haven't. You've stayed with me, infact, you've been with me the past few days supporting me and caring for me, why?"
Scully opened her mouth slightly, but was interrupted by a little girl who pulled on Krycek's pants to get his attention.
"Here," she said quietly as she handed him a box. Krycek lifted the box up so he could see it clearly, he looked back down to thank her, but found she was gone.
"Where'd she go?"
"I don't know, do you know her, Alex?"
"No."
"What's in the box?" she asked as Krycek opened the box slightly and opened his mouth as he intook a sharp gasp of air.
"Alex?"
"I'll show you when we get home," he said quietly as he closed the box and held it in his right hand.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't worry about it, do you want me to hold it or do you have it?"
"I think I have it."
"All right" she said quietly as they walked around and talked to various friends and family members for the next hour.
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Scully watched as Krycek placed a rose on the tombstone of the fresh grave. She walked next to him as he began to tremble again.
"Alex," she whispered quietly as he turned toward her and wrapped his right arm around her.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Alex, it's okay, don't apologize."
He nodded slightly as they started to walk toward the car. Krycek opened the driver's side door but Scully stopped him.
"I'll drive, I know the way back," she said as he nodded and gave her the keys. He climbed into the passenger side and Scully helped him with his safety belt.
"Sleep Krycek," she whispered as he closed his eyes and felt the soft purr of the engine start.
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Scully sat on the couch reading a book as Krycek walked in and sat next to her. Almost a week had passed since the funeral and Krycek was starting to feel better. He wasn't crying anymore, but he still had to hold on to Scully for support sometimes.
"Scully, I want to show you what was in the box."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he said as he placed the box on his lap and opened it, revealing a ring, a necklace, and a piece of lace.
"Were these your mom's?"
"Yes, her engagement ring," he said as he picked it up and examined it. He ran his fingers over the smooth metal and the finely cut diamonds and handed it to Scully.
"her necklace. She always wore this when I was little, I'm not sure what it ment, but I remember it," he said as he picked up a gold chain that held a celestial moon.
"What's the lace from?" Scully asked as he handed her the necklace and picked up the lace.
"Her wedding dress. She and my dad got married and then left for America the next day. She couldn't take her dress with her, so she ripped this off the bottom," he said as he stroked the lace with his fingers and gave the piece to Scully.
"It's all beautiful," Scully said after a few moments of silence.
"Thank you,"
"No, Thank you for showing it to me," she said as she kissed Krycek's cheek gently. She pulled back as she felt her heart race and she looked at him with her mouth opened slightly. They sat in the uncomfortable silence for a second until Scully jumped up.
"Well, I think I'll start dinner, what are you in the mood for?"
Krycek stood up and shrugged.
"What ever you want, is fine with me," he said as she nodded and quickly stepped off to the kitchen. Krycek sat back down and held his head. Why did he have to stop himself? Why was the first thing that came to his mind, you? What do you want for Dinner? You. That was horrible and he didn't want to scare her. Not when she was starting to look comfortable.
Krycek stopped all the thoughts that battled in his mind as he looked up and heard the knock at the door.
"Shit" he murmured silently as he quickly ran to the kitchen.
"Scully," he whispered as she looked up at him.
"Scully, get to the bedroom, gather your things, get in the shower, don't say a word, don't make a sound, I'll let you know when it's okay," he whispered into her ear as he gently pushed her toward the door as she nodded in agreement and sprinted to the bathroom.
He heard the knocking at the door again as he sighed and opened it.
"So you're making house calls now?" he said coldly as he watched the old man place a cigarette in-between his lips and proceed to light it.
"No smoking."
"Too bad," he said as he walked into the room and looked around.
"Memories, Alex?" he asked as he walked toward the opened box with the scattered contents around the couch. Krycek just stood in silence as the smoking man picked up the lace and ran it through his fingers.
"Where is she, Alex?"
"Who?"
"You! You know who," he said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and placed the burning edge to the piece of lace. Krycek quickly lunged forward and tried to grab it.
"Tell me where she is, and I won't do anything else."
"She's where you last saw her, in her grave!" Krycek said as he tried for the lace again but his fingers fell short.
"Damnit Alex, when will you learn? This is the second time you've failed in one mission."
"Damnit, I did it, She is dead. Dead in her grave!" he said, his voice raising in anger as he quickly tried to gain control.
"We'll see about that."
"Yes, we will," he said but quickly regretted it as the smoking man stood up and dropped the cigarette to the ground, next to the burnt and discarded lace.
"Always a pleasure, Alex."
Krycek stood silently as he heard the door shut and sighed. He bent down and picked up the lace.
"Oh, God," he murmured silently as he placed the burnt lace into the box and closed it. He sat on the couch as he realized the smoking man had taken the necklace and the ring.
"Fuck," he murmured as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. He opened the door and walked to the shower.
"Scully," he said quietly as he pulled the curtain back and saw her sitting and looking at his knee caps.
"Dana-"
"Who was it?"
"The Smoking man. The bastard. That fucking bastard!" he said as he walked out of the door and Scully quickly stood up and followed him.
"What did he do?" she asked as he walked to the coffee table and pointed to the box.
"He burnt my mother's lace, and took her jewelry."
"No, he didn't," she said as he looked at her.
"What?"
"He may have burnt the lace, but I have your ring and necklace," she said as he looked at her, his eyes wide.
"How?"
"When I stood up, I forgot I had it in my hand. I slipped the ring on and forgot it was there and I have her necklace-" she said as she pulled the necklace out of her pocket and slipped the engagement ring off her left ring finger.
"Dana!" he cried out as he hugged her and smelt her hair unconsciously.
"Are you okay?" she asked quietly as he closed his eyes and swayed slightly.
"I need to tell you about my arm," he said quietly as she pulled back and looked at him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She nodded slightly as he sat her down on the couch and took off his shirt. Scully allowed her eyes to search over his smooth chest as she noticed he had a scar along his stomach. She then shifted her eyes to his left arm and furrowed her brow slightly.
"What happened to you?" she asked quietly as she scooted closer to him as she allowed herself a closer look at his arm.
"When I was in Russia a few years ago, back with Mulder, there where...tests. With the black oil. To escape the tests, my arm was cut off. Worst way too, hot sword in the middle of the freezing woods at night. I still have nightmares about it."
"Does it hurt?"
"Sometimes, mostly memories, those hurt worst of all."
"Alex, your parents, they didn't know you did this? Do this? Your job, with the death and risk and-"
"No, my parents think I'm an FBI agent still," he said as he quickly stopped himself and looked at her.
"My father thinks I'm an FBI agent," he corrected himself and looked at the necklace that he held in his right hand.
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Forgotten Past (3/3)
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