When Worlds Collide
Chapter: 2 Movement 1: More Dialogue than a Kevin Smith Movie.
Summary: Continual part of the When World Collide. Palmer and Krycek plan to fake his death (not palmer's Krycek's) More John Edwards Crossover
Rating: R
Spoilers: Oh I don't know, Milk and Existence.
Writer's Note: Q: what you get when you cross a bored college student on a snowy day with out classes? A: This chapter Krycek /Palmer plots how to take care of that plot Hole: Krycek's death. My long-standing statement is that Krycek faked his death. If any one who could help him do it, it would be Clark Palmer. (Of course Mulder and Skinner are smarter than Rabb put together). I will explain why, who what and where this all happened. If you didn't figure out where I went with the last chapter the two met. Krycek and Palmer, after several drinks, have gotten to talking about him retiring this is Palmers suggestion based on things that both Marita and Krycek later on. This is the conversation later on. I wrote in dialogue. Note: I make some anti-Rabb remarks so if you like DJE and have no sense of humor then don't read my story
Suggested Music: David Byrne or Ravi Shankar.
"Unholy day,
If I leave now I might get away.
This weighs on me,
As heavy as stone and as blue as I go."
The Dave Matthew's Band
The Stone
Palmer: So, you're planning on retiring.
Krycek: yea, I'm afraid my major health concern in life might happen.
Palmer: What's that?
Krycek: Lead Poisoning.
Palmer: All you want is to fake your death...that shouldn't be hard. I've done it before.
Krycek: No you didn't.
Palmer: Shut up. Who's the Genius here?
Krycek: Clearly not you.
Palmer: Excuse me? I have done genius. What do you do? You're a thug who happened to get lucky.
Krycek: and you're a thug who pretends to be a genius.
Palmer: Pawn
Krycek: Assassin
Palmer: take that back.
Krycek: That's what you are, an assassin not an artist.
Palmer: Like you know anything about it. Like it takes a lot of dexterity to push an old man down a flight of stairs or shoot a guy in the back.
Krycek: I'm not serving a prison term for braking into an apartment of a Navy Lawyer.
Palmer: At least I'm Creative. Do you want my help or not?
Krycek: sigh all right. What's your plan?
Palmer: Well, Sasha....may I call you Sasha?
Krycek: No
Palmer: Right...Sasha the first step to being able to fake is to produce a body.
Krycek: That shouldn't be hard...there are a lot of people who look like me.
Palmer: You mean like that bad Canadian actor that was in that movie about mountain climbing?
Krycek: He isn't a bad Canadian actor.
Marita: He's kind of cute!!
Palmer: Shut up Marita.
Marita: Hey Clark, Bite me.
Palmer: Later Dear, (mutters) witch
Marita: Troll!!
Palmer: Concubine.
Krycek: this isn't remotely productive.
Marita: You know, there is this guy running around who looks a hell of a lot like you.
Krycek: Not the Canadian actor?
Marita: No,....I saw him while you were out of country. If I didn't know better I'd swear he was you, Alex.
Krycek: That makes it simple, we just find this person.
Marita: True people will say he's Alex but how do we get him to say he's Alex?
Palmer: That won't be a problem
Krycek: Your going to reduce his brain to chocolate pudding aren't you?
Palmer: Of course not, I'll be reducing it to Tapioca Pudding and then rebuild him in to a better machine.
Krycek: No, I just wanted to make I wasn't the only one.
Marita: So you're going to kill an innocent after you reduce his mind to giblet gravy just so you can retire.
Palmer: it isn't gravy! Its tapioca pudding!!!
Krycek: When you say it like that it sounds bad.
Marita: Do you even worry that there might be a hell?
Krycek: Not really.
Palmer: Do you think we should?
Marita: Argh. (Stomps off)
Palmer: And you love her?
Krycek: No, we just have great sex.
Palmer: So do you have plans for after you retire?
Krycek: To live out my life long dream.
Palmer: What's that?
Krycek: Used car sales.
Palmer: So we've plotted the death of a man we haven't met and alienated marita.
Krycek: Pretty much.
Palmer: Let's go make some mischief.
Chapter: 2 Movement 1: More Dialogue than a Kevin Smith Movie.
Summary: Continual part of the When World Collide. Palmer and Krycek plan to fake his death (not palmer's Krycek's) More John Edwards Crossover
Rating: R
Spoilers: Oh I don't know, Milk and Existence.
Writer's Note: Q: what you get when you cross a bored college student on a snowy day with out classes? A: This chapter Krycek /Palmer plots how to take care of that plot Hole: Krycek's death. My long-standing statement is that Krycek faked his death. If any one who could help him do it, it would be Clark Palmer. (Of course Mulder and Skinner are smarter than Rabb put together). I will explain why, who what and where this all happened. If you didn't figure out where I went with the last chapter the two met. Krycek and Palmer, after several drinks, have gotten to talking about him retiring this is Palmers suggestion based on things that both Marita and Krycek later on. This is the conversation later on. I wrote in dialogue. Note: I make some anti-Rabb remarks so if you like DJE and have no sense of humor then don't read my story
Suggested Music: David Byrne or Ravi Shankar.
"Unholy day,
If I leave now I might get away.
This weighs on me,
As heavy as stone and as blue as I go."
The Dave Matthew's Band
The Stone
Palmer: So, you're planning on retiring.
Krycek: yea, I'm afraid my major health concern in life might happen.
Palmer: What's that?
Krycek: Lead Poisoning.
Palmer: All you want is to fake your death...that shouldn't be hard. I've done it before.
Krycek: No you didn't.
Palmer: Shut up. Who's the Genius here?
Krycek: Clearly not you.
Palmer: Excuse me? I have done genius. What do you do? You're a thug who happened to get lucky.
Krycek: and you're a thug who pretends to be a genius.
Palmer: Pawn
Krycek: Assassin
Palmer: take that back.
Krycek: That's what you are, an assassin not an artist.
Palmer: Like you know anything about it. Like it takes a lot of dexterity to push an old man down a flight of stairs or shoot a guy in the back.
Krycek: I'm not serving a prison term for braking into an apartment of a Navy Lawyer.
Palmer: At least I'm Creative. Do you want my help or not?
Krycek: sigh all right. What's your plan?
Palmer: Well, Sasha....may I call you Sasha?
Krycek: No
Palmer: Right...Sasha the first step to being able to fake is to produce a body.
Krycek: That shouldn't be hard...there are a lot of people who look like me.
Palmer: You mean like that bad Canadian actor that was in that movie about mountain climbing?
Krycek: He isn't a bad Canadian actor.
Marita: He's kind of cute!!
Palmer: Shut up Marita.
Marita: Hey Clark, Bite me.
Palmer: Later Dear, (mutters) witch
Marita: Troll!!
Palmer: Concubine.
Krycek: this isn't remotely productive.
Marita: You know, there is this guy running around who looks a hell of a lot like you.
Krycek: Not the Canadian actor?
Marita: No,....I saw him while you were out of country. If I didn't know better I'd swear he was you, Alex.
Krycek: That makes it simple, we just find this person.
Marita: True people will say he's Alex but how do we get him to say he's Alex?
Palmer: That won't be a problem
Krycek: Your going to reduce his brain to chocolate pudding aren't you?
Palmer: Of course not, I'll be reducing it to Tapioca Pudding and then rebuild him in to a better machine.
Krycek: No, I just wanted to make I wasn't the only one.
Marita: So you're going to kill an innocent after you reduce his mind to giblet gravy just so you can retire.
Palmer: it isn't gravy! Its tapioca pudding!!!
Krycek: When you say it like that it sounds bad.
Marita: Do you even worry that there might be a hell?
Krycek: Not really.
Palmer: Do you think we should?
Marita: Argh. (Stomps off)
Palmer: And you love her?
Krycek: No, we just have great sex.
Palmer: So do you have plans for after you retire?
Krycek: To live out my life long dream.
Palmer: What's that?
Krycek: Used car sales.
Palmer: So we've plotted the death of a man we haven't met and alienated marita.
Krycek: Pretty much.
Palmer: Let's go make some mischief.