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Scenes We'll Never See
Araxdelan (krycekluvsmulder@hotmail.com)
Rating- R
Pairing- M/K
Disclaimer- I can just see the look on the judges face- "You had them do 
*what*?"
Spoilers- Ummm, no. Oh wait, "The End"
Summary- Krycek has a job to do.
Notes- ::sigh:: It would be so easy for them to slip this in the show 
somewhere. Note the date that this was written. Two Fathers/One Son
hadn't taken place yet, and never will in this universe.

Thanks to Lone Gungirl for beta and advice.



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	The darkened room was filled with billowing clouds of smoke, dancing 
through the air like ghostly apparitions, as they floated towards the ceiling
and dissolved into oblivion. A dark haired man walked grimly into the room, 
taking extra effort not to show any discomfort, despite the fact that the 
fumes were making breathing difficult. He took a seat across from the source.

	The smoker's wrinkled face crinkled into a mock smile, "Hello Alex, 
have you been well?"

	Alex Krycek sat perfectly still, unyielding, waiting to be given his 
assignment. However, as straight as he kept his face, and as motionless as he
kept his body, a seething anger could still be seen within him. Barely 
contained, his anger filled the room with it's presence, as the smoking man 
continued on. 

	"I don't like this either, but you are under *my* control now!" he 
hissed. "I don't approve of your methods, and I think you are unloyal to our 
cause. The others want you dead, but I'm giving you a chance to remain with 
us, to rise among the ranks, even."

	"I don't need your charity!" Krycek burst out, half rising off his 
chair.

	"If you have any intelligence at all, you'll settle yourself back in 
that chair, and shut up." Glaring at his superior, Krycek reluctantly sat 
back down. "Good. Now that I have your attention, I can explain to you the 
details of this opportunity. And, I want to make it fully clear that this 
assignment *can't* be refused.

	"Someone has once again gotten in our way. And this someone needs to 
be killed. Of course, we have several other people who could do the job, but 
somehow, I knew this one would be just right for you.

	"If you kill this person, your allegiance will be proved. If you 
fail, you will be the one who is killed. We have no need for operatives who 
are loyal to the opposition. If you return successfully, however, you will be
rewarded with a 'promotion' of sorts. You will be brought into the inner 
circle.

	"So I can join in your petty little catfights and half-assed power 
struggles?" Krycek asked, with a wry smile.

	"*Mr.* Krycek, I suggest you take this a bit more seriously. Do you 
understand the conditions?"

	"I'd be a moron if I didn't. Who am I supposed to kill?" 

	The smoker smiled. "Agent Mulder."

	Alex Krycek went pale.


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	Mulder got off the elevator, and slowly headed to his door. Searching
his coat pocket for his keys, he finally pulled them out, and unlocked his 
door. Throwing his briefcase on the ground, he began to loosen his tie when 
he heard a gun being cocked.

	"Hello Mulder." Krycek said, with less enthusiasm than usual. He 
gravely pointed a gun at Mulder.

	"*Krycek*.... what the hel..."

	Mulder's words were cut off by the sound of a gunshot. 



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	Mulder stared wide-eyed at Krycek. Krycek merely put his finger up 
against his lips, silently warning Mulder to keep his mouth shut. Mulder, 
shocked into submission by Krycek's behavior, obeyed.

	Krycek quickly crossed the room, and grabbed Mulder, putting a hand 
over his mouth. He hurriedly dragged Mulder out the door, and down the hall, 
and into the stairwell.

	"Mulder, we don't have time for games. You want to know what's going 
on, then we talk as we walk." he looked towards Mulder, who nodded. They 
began walking down the stairs, and Krycek frantically tried to explain.  
"Mulder they sent me here to kill you today. By firing a shot and dragging 
you out before you could say anything that the bugs in your apartment would 
pick up, I've bought myself some time. But just until your neighbors call the
police. When the cops get here, and don't find a body, I'm as good as dead."

	They reached the bottom of the steps, and Krycek pulled open the back
entrance to the building, and exited, with Mulder close behind. "Mulder, I 
don't know why they want you dead. It might just be a bluff, sending me here 
when they know I won't kill you. Just an excuse to off me."

	"Why won't you kill me?" Mulder asked cautiously, with a skeptical 
look on his face.

	Krycek smiled sadly. "There's no time for that now. Can't you hear 
the sirens?" Indeed, Mulder had heard the sirens in the distance.

	Krycek reached into his jacket, and produced a large envelope. 
"Time's running out. Here Mulder, everything you'll ever need." Krycek said, 
thrusting the package into Mulder's hands.

	"What is it?"

	"CDs. Disks. Several of them. They contain all the files lost in the 
fire Mulder. You have your X-Files back Mulder. Plus some extra surprises I 
managed to throw in."

	"How did you get these?"

	"A man with nothing left to lose can get his hands on whatever he 
wants." The police cars could be heard pulling up in the front of the 
building. "I have to go now Mulder. I'm not going to be back. I've used up my
nine lives." He raised his hand to Mulder's cheek, and touched him lightly, 
before he turned to leave.

	Mulder watched his retreat for a moment, stunned. He then reached out
and grabbed Krycek, and spun him around. He searched the green eyes for an 
instant, before he drew near to Krycek, and kissed him softly on the lips.

	Mulder drew back, and while smiling woefully, he said, "If I don't 
hear from you in three months, I'm coming after you. Goodbye."

	"I... um..."

	"What?"

	"Goodbye." Krycek paused, and raised his head to look Mulder straight
in the eye. "Thank you."

	Mulder quickly kissed him once more. Krycek turned and ran, now 
knowing that time was of the essence. When he was half a block away, he 
turned back to look at Mulder. Mulder, who was watching Krycek's retreat, 
called out "Hey Krycek! It's Cats that have nine lives, not Rats!"

	Laughing, Krycek continued his departure.


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