Title: "Triangle"
Author: L.A.Maxwell
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Krycek/Mulder, Scully/Mulder {yes, really}
Rating: PG {not even a naughty word ^.^}
Series/Sequel: (3/3)
Random: There are 43 "a"s in this. Yes, I counted. Some of my classes are -really- boring.
***
She stared at the phone in her hand, shocked, not hanging it up until long after the dial
tone had returned. He would still come to work every day; she would still see him, but he
was moving. He would be a half-hour train ride, not a five-minute cab ride, away.
She loved him, and he was moving.
***
'I've never owned an apartment before.'
'We're renting.'
'Well, fine, I've never -rented- an apartment before.'
Mulder shot him an incredulous glance. 'Thirty-five years old, and you've never rented an
apartment? That's -sad-, Alex.'
He shrugged. 'I've been doing the government's dirty work since I was twenty-three. It's
pretty much been hotel rooms since then.'
'And before then?'
Krycek smirked. 'I'm not telling you -all- my secrets.'
'You're evil, Alex.'
'Professionally.'
***
The five-minute cab ride was too long; not long enough. She paid the fare and tipped the
driver; walked slowly in the door, to the elevator. Her hand automatically hit the right
button; it was all subconcious, visiting him.
She stared at his door for a minute, traced the dusty-gold 42 with her fingertips.
Slowly, hesitantly, she knocked.
'Who is it?'
'Mulder, it's me.'
***
-owari-
Author: L.A.Maxwell
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Krycek/Mulder, Scully/Mulder {yes, really}
Rating: PG {not even a naughty word ^.^}
Series/Sequel: (3/3)
Random: There are 43 "a"s in this. Yes, I counted. Some of my classes are -really- boring.
***
She stared at the phone in her hand, shocked, not hanging it up until long after the dial
tone had returned. He would still come to work every day; she would still see him, but he
was moving. He would be a half-hour train ride, not a five-minute cab ride, away.
She loved him, and he was moving.
***
'I've never owned an apartment before.'
'We're renting.'
'Well, fine, I've never -rented- an apartment before.'
Mulder shot him an incredulous glance. 'Thirty-five years old, and you've never rented an
apartment? That's -sad-, Alex.'
He shrugged. 'I've been doing the government's dirty work since I was twenty-three. It's
pretty much been hotel rooms since then.'
'And before then?'
Krycek smirked. 'I'm not telling you -all- my secrets.'
'You're evil, Alex.'
'Professionally.'
***
The five-minute cab ride was too long; not long enough. She paid the fare and tipped the
driver; walked slowly in the door, to the elevator. Her hand automatically hit the right
button; it was all subconcious, visiting him.
She stared at his door for a minute, traced the dusty-gold 42 with her fingertips.
Slowly, hesitantly, she knocked.
'Who is it?'
'Mulder, it's me.'
***
-owari-