He knew her smell. Her taste.
The way she would shiver under his touch. The way she would struggle.
And one day, the day she would give in.
Derek Smith had to take a real long drink as opposed to his favoured, fantasy-bred long drink. That being her, of course.
The man slouched back into his chair. The room, almost closing in on him. Suffocating him. Like her. The bitch.
He shuddered and undid his tie, relieving the some of pressure. Beads of sweat began to gather on his forehead as he watched the stacked television monitors, all focusing on one room. He slid off the chair, kneeling on both knees, crawling towards the screen closest to him. His two fingers caressing the female figure as she began to undress and shower. He could have any woman in the world, and yet..
A possessive growl erupted from his throat and he shoved the television to the floor. Sparks flew but eventually died out, almost due to the man's icy stare. Derek balled his hands up into fists and began to pace the room. The door knocked.
"WHAT?!" Derek screamed. The door opened and Alex stepped in.
"Had a bit of an accident, I see." Krycek walked across the room, dragged her real hand against the desk top and took a seat. The younger man was unresponsive, but Alex continued.
"The Hofiat girl almost let it slide."
"Then dispose of her!" Derek shivered and took a seat across from Alex.
"I'd rather not."
"Well, it's not up to you, is it?" Derek shook your head. "You forget, Alex, who that smoking bastard left this business to…"
"I'd rather not due to your former request about keeping a low profile."
Derek was antsy. He jumped out of his seat and stormed back to the remaining monitors.
" A fucking low profile? Skinner gave her the tape."
"I know—"
"Don't TELL me you know! That's the least of your fucking worries right now, Krycek! He FOUND her. Do you know what a problem this is?" Derek grabbed his glass and drank.
"I can't kill him. Not yet." The Russian remained calm, even when the younger man threw the glass down, shattering it.
"Not yet? Not yet?! We had a deal, Alex. We had a god damn deal! I'd take care of Mulder if you'd 'take care' of Lena!"
"She doesn't know what she is, yet. Neither one of them does. Only you and I know." Alex's voice was becoming strained. A part of him wanted to jump over the desk and slit the arrogant prick's throat right there.
"Well…don't you sound confident…" Derek sat in front of the lowest television set, his mouth drying at the sight of her. The camera had moved along the shower. The water running down her skin, her fingers running through her hair.
"I don't get it. I don't fucking get it. She could have had anything with me." Derek gave a sudden, crazed laugh. "Well, I guess, that's what you get when you shoot your lover, huh?"
Krycek's blood pressure began to rise. He knew for a fact that his sister and the scum sucking bastard had never been intimate, but the way Derek used the word spoiled it in all senses.
"Only two of us are prophesied to survive. I don't see why you care about her."
"I don't. And you don't either. And that's why this deal was supposed to work out." Derek stood up. "She's in my head. And she's in yours too. I just wanted to—"
"Humiliate her." Krycek's jaw rigidified.
"I just wanted to show her what she could've had. And then, we won't have to worry about her anymore. She'll cave in by herself. It happened the same way in the other lives…"
"Then how come we're still stuck in this purgatory? Why are we living these damn nightmares again, huh? Tell me that…" Alex stood up, towering over Derek. "Your precious scientists and colleagues can study and fret and research all they want, but the fact is, the only one who knows why we are still living in this hell is the one that we plan to destroy. Tell me how that works again."
There was a pause. Derek shook his head, smirking and Alex turned to walk out.
"They can't ever be together. Kill him now so we won't have to worry about her later." Derek heard Krycek's footsteps out of the room. The man sighed as he watched her step out of the shower.
"He can't save you in this life, sweetheart. You can't even save yourself."
The way she would shiver under his touch. The way she would struggle.
And one day, the day she would give in.
Derek Smith had to take a real long drink as opposed to his favoured, fantasy-bred long drink. That being her, of course.
The man slouched back into his chair. The room, almost closing in on him. Suffocating him. Like her. The bitch.
He shuddered and undid his tie, relieving the some of pressure. Beads of sweat began to gather on his forehead as he watched the stacked television monitors, all focusing on one room. He slid off the chair, kneeling on both knees, crawling towards the screen closest to him. His two fingers caressing the female figure as she began to undress and shower. He could have any woman in the world, and yet..
A possessive growl erupted from his throat and he shoved the television to the floor. Sparks flew but eventually died out, almost due to the man's icy stare. Derek balled his hands up into fists and began to pace the room. The door knocked.
"WHAT?!" Derek screamed. The door opened and Alex stepped in.
"Had a bit of an accident, I see." Krycek walked across the room, dragged her real hand against the desk top and took a seat. The younger man was unresponsive, but Alex continued.
"The Hofiat girl almost let it slide."
"Then dispose of her!" Derek shivered and took a seat across from Alex.
"I'd rather not."
"Well, it's not up to you, is it?" Derek shook your head. "You forget, Alex, who that smoking bastard left this business to…"
"I'd rather not due to your former request about keeping a low profile."
Derek was antsy. He jumped out of his seat and stormed back to the remaining monitors.
" A fucking low profile? Skinner gave her the tape."
"I know—"
"Don't TELL me you know! That's the least of your fucking worries right now, Krycek! He FOUND her. Do you know what a problem this is?" Derek grabbed his glass and drank.
"I can't kill him. Not yet." The Russian remained calm, even when the younger man threw the glass down, shattering it.
"Not yet? Not yet?! We had a deal, Alex. We had a god damn deal! I'd take care of Mulder if you'd 'take care' of Lena!"
"She doesn't know what she is, yet. Neither one of them does. Only you and I know." Alex's voice was becoming strained. A part of him wanted to jump over the desk and slit the arrogant prick's throat right there.
"Well…don't you sound confident…" Derek sat in front of the lowest television set, his mouth drying at the sight of her. The camera had moved along the shower. The water running down her skin, her fingers running through her hair.
"I don't get it. I don't fucking get it. She could have had anything with me." Derek gave a sudden, crazed laugh. "Well, I guess, that's what you get when you shoot your lover, huh?"
Krycek's blood pressure began to rise. He knew for a fact that his sister and the scum sucking bastard had never been intimate, but the way Derek used the word spoiled it in all senses.
"Only two of us are prophesied to survive. I don't see why you care about her."
"I don't. And you don't either. And that's why this deal was supposed to work out." Derek stood up. "She's in my head. And she's in yours too. I just wanted to—"
"Humiliate her." Krycek's jaw rigidified.
"I just wanted to show her what she could've had. And then, we won't have to worry about her anymore. She'll cave in by herself. It happened the same way in the other lives…"
"Then how come we're still stuck in this purgatory? Why are we living these damn nightmares again, huh? Tell me that…" Alex stood up, towering over Derek. "Your precious scientists and colleagues can study and fret and research all they want, but the fact is, the only one who knows why we are still living in this hell is the one that we plan to destroy. Tell me how that works again."
There was a pause. Derek shook his head, smirking and Alex turned to walk out.
"They can't ever be together. Kill him now so we won't have to worry about her later." Derek heard Krycek's footsteps out of the room. The man sighed as he watched her step out of the shower.
"He can't save you in this life, sweetheart. You can't even save yourself."