Another Day (In the Life of a One-Armed Secret Agent) By Janus 7/00 RATING: PG-13 for implied m/m relationship and bad language DISCLAIMER: Owned by people who don't appreciate them...Chris Carter & crowd. SPOILERS: Most Krycek episodes and the movie ARCHIVE: A.S.S. only SUMMARY: Krycek has two very different late night conversations about love and loss. You get to fill in the blanks. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Lyric Wheel challenge. Thanks to Morgan for the lyrics (at end). They surprised me! (Part I: Krycek to Cigarette-Smoking Man, 12:37 am) "So. Here we sit again, under another cloud of smoke. But they say every cloud has a silver lining. I suppose you hauled my sorry ass out of the cold for some reason, since I've done the same for you. "You don't remember? How convenient. Well, let me remind you. You were shot, by one of your 'associates,' no less. Lots and lots of blood; everyone fooled. But you got away. Ended up recovering in some snowbound Idaho shack. Then this chess-playing prodigy named Gibson came along. The old British bastard thought you could handle him. So I was dispatched to hunt you down and bring you back. Ever try a one-armed parachute jump into ten feet of snow? "Of course it's a rhetorical question. To continue, you didn't have the guts. You let that stupid bitch Fowley run the show, and she fucked up the whole deal. I don’t blame you for shooting her. Oh, and by the way, would you mind flicking your filth somewhere else? My boots are NOT your personal ashtray. "The old Brit? Dead? Hah. That was your idea of revenge? He ordered you shot; you tried to blow him to bits. Not very original, are you? Another car bomb. Really, Spender. They're so messy and déclassé. You couldn't blast me to the stars, so what makes you think you succeeded with him? Like I said, you have no imagination. No imagination and no guts. "Mulder? Sure, let's talk about Mulder. "Of course I know he's your son. Jeffrey and Samantha and now Fox. You were a busy boy. How the hell did those women do it? Never mind. You used test tubes, right? And why should I give a fuck? It's way too Stars Wars for me. 'If you only knew the power of the dark side. I'm your father, Luke. Join me.' Blah, blah, blah. How unimaginative, Spender. Well, you're in for one helluva surprise, because he's gonna bring you down, and I'm gonna cheer him on. "Why haven't I already done it for him? Because Mulder deserves the honor. Now that man has imagination. I'm sure he'll find a creative way to make you wish you'd kept it in your pants. And if doesn't, I will. It's his choice. But either way, sooner or later, you're a dead man. You bred us up; we'll bring you down. It's our right. We have the right, you know. "Cocky? Me? What did you expect? Some sniveling cripple? Up yours. My fight isn't with you anymore. You're more a pawn than I ever was. They were always playing with you. You won't survive this mess. Like I said, if Mulder and I don't get you, then one of your 'associates' will. "You think Mulder's gonna turn on me? Naw. I rescued him and Scully from Antarctica. Mulder honors his debts. He owes me for Scully's life now, twice over. "Yeah, I'm also the one who made sure he got the alien antibodies. Gave the serum to the Brit, who gave it to Mulder. If it weren't for me, our lovely Ms. Scully would be dead after some adorable baby ET ripped its way out of her tummy, then decided it didn't want to go home after all. She and I are even now. Really cute little buggers you were breeding down there, Spender. Geez, what where you thinking? That they'd just pop out and be your BUDDIES? "Jesus F. Christ, my jacket is NOT your personal ashtray. It's so easy when you've got me tied up, isn't it? You're so gutless. "You wanna know why can I be so sure about Mulder? Because he and I know each other. We may not always like each other, but we know each other. And sometimes we even love each other. "Oh, that look on your face is priceless, old man. You thought you'd done such a great job of dividing us, didn't you? But the stakes are higher now. We're talking about a planet, not a few tawdry pawns. It's not all about you. "Spender, really. My crotch is NOT your personal ashtray. By the way, don't your thugs know to NEVER tie a one-armed man to his prosthesis, no matter how thick the ropes? Oops, and it looks like mine just fell off. Good help is so hard to find these days." * * * "See ya around, Spender. Don't worry, you'll live. Heck, you might even walk again. I don't THINK I shattered your kneecap. Like I said, I'm saving you for Mulder. "Such language. Almost as colorful as mine. And how ungrateful. Hey, I even stubbed out your cigarette, so you don't have to worry about torching the place while I've got you all tied up. Nasty things, cigarettes. You really should quit. Anyway, I'm outta here." * * * (Part II: Krycek to Mulder, 2:05 am) "Hey, it's me. I only have a few seconds. I couldn't get a secure line. "I'm okay. Yeah, I know I disappeared suddenly. I'll explain later. Look, I left you a gift in that old engine factory off the interstate, all tied up pretty-like. "Yes, it's bigger than a bread basket. "Yes, it's smaller than a Ferrari. "Yes, it smokes. Congratulations, it's yours." "What do you mean, you don't want it? And I am NOT like a cat that leaves disgusting shit on your doorstep. You wound me. "Okay, so I've left a few bodies there. Anyway, that's how cats show their affection. How else can I prove my love? "You want me to come over? Now? It's past midnight. You know I'll have to leave before morning. "Mulder, listen to me. Let's get serious. There's so much to lose now. You, of all people, know what the stakes are. Besides, I'm a walking target. I've got three alien species and their nasty human buddies on my ass. I should just get the hell out of your life and never look back. "Don't put this all on me. It's not up to me. "God, I hate when you skewer me with my own lingo. You’re way too creative. So, let me get this straight. You're basically arguing that since (a) there's so much to lose now, and (b) we haven't a clue about tomorrow, ergo (c) we should take advantage of the time we have? "Hmmm, I'm no philosopher, but you're damn convincing. Or perhaps I'm just nuts. Don't comment. I'll be over in a few." --------------------------------------------- THE ONE THAT YOU LOVE Air Supply (Graham Russell) Now the night has gone Now the night has gone away Doesn't seem that long We hardly had two words to say Hold me in your arms For just another day I promise this one will go slow Oh... We have the right you know** We have the right you know Don't say the morning's come Don't say the morning's come so soon Must we end this way When so much here is hard to lose Love is everywhere I know it is Such moments as this Are too few Oh... It's all up to you It's all up to you CHORUS Here I am The one that you love Askin' for another day Understand the one that you love Loves you in so many ways Tell me we can stay Tell me we can stay oh please They are the words to say The only words I can believe Hold me in your arms For just another day I promise this one will go slow Oh... We have the right you know We have the right you know CHORUS The night has gone A part of yesterday I don't know what to say I don't know what to say CHORUS ** Line used in story