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You bound strong sandals on my feet,
Mulder checked the peephole before he unlocked the door. The
peephole was only nominally useful, but the sleek, dark head of the
figure outside was easy to recognize. Mulder was getting to the
point where he could recognize Krycek if he was blindfoldedin a
dark room. He'd mentioned that, and Krycek had offered to allow him
to test the theory.
They hadn't gotten to the point of exchanging keysboth knew that
with their respective temperaments walking in unannounced wasn't a
good idea. Mulder unhooked the chain, undid the deadbolt and the
thumb lock, and opened the door. The smile that had been forming on
his lips faded when Krycek looked up at him. "Fuck!"
He grabbed Krycek's arm and pulled him into the apartment, getting
him under a good light. Krycek said nothing as Mulder catalogued the
visible traumathe tiny split in his upper lip, the cut in his left
eyebrow that had drizzled blood along the side of his face (blood he
hadn't bothered to wipe away), the swelling on one high cheekbone,
and the bruise rising along his lean jaw.
Finally Mulder said, "Is this all?"
Krycek shrugged. "Probably a few bruises on the arms and legs, and
scrapes on my palms where I caught myself when I fell." He worked
his right hand carefully. "The wrist is a little tender, but I don't
think it's sprained, and nothing is broken."
"Oh, well, then!" His tone was acid.
Krycek didn't bristle. He knew that Mulder was reacting because he
was upset, and worried. "I've had worselots worse. Some
antiseptic, maybe an ice pack or two, and I'll be fine."
Mulder muttered, "Sit down," and went into the bathroom. Krycek
didn't mind the terseness, either. He was glad that Mulder didn't
blow up and rage at himhe knew that was Mulder's first instinct, at
least when it came to him.
Mulder returned in a moment with a small pan of water (most likely a
souvenier of one of his own hospital stays. They'd probably billed
him about eight bucks for the fifty cent piece of plastic), a bottle
of antiseptic soap, Bactine, and bandages. Krycek had shrugged out
of his leather jacket, and now he sat quietly while Mulder tended his
wounds. Alex didn't like to think about what Mulder had gone through
to become so proficient. *I probably gave him several opportunities
to practice.* The thought came with no guiltthey were beyond that.
When his hurts were cleaned and bandaged, Mulder got a cold pack out
of the freezer, wrapped it in a towel, and handed it to Alex. "I
only have one. You'll have to decide where you want to use it."
Since his wrist was wrapped, he decided to use it on his jaw (he
hadn't told Mulder that he thought one of his bottom teeth was loose
he kept tasting blood).
He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, intending to rest
while Mulder cleaned up the supplies. That was what he intended. He
woke up when Mulder shook his shoulder. "Dinner." Alex blinked.
There were cartons of Chinese food on the low table in front of him,
along with two bottles of beer.
Alex yawned, sitting up to give Mulder room to sit beside
him. "Christ, I didn't even hear you take the delivery. It's a
good thing the man from Wang Fu isn't an assassin." He checked the
boxes till he found a carton of Kung Pao chicken, and they both ate
in silence for awhile.
"You don't have to stay with them." Mulder was poking in a carton of
noodles. He didn't look up, but he continued, "You don't have to put
up this shit anymore."
Alex sighed, putting down his chopsticks. "You aren't going to leave
this alone, are you?"
"You say you know mewhat do you think?"
"No, of course you aren't." Alex took a sip of beer, but it was a
delaying tactic, and they both knew it. Mulder just slumped back
beside him, arms folded, heavy lock of hair falling across his
forehead in that way that always made Alex ache to brush it back
gently. "Mulderit isn't easy."
"I KNOW that, but since when has difficulty stopped you from getting
something if you really wanted it?" He smiled faintly, tapping his
chest. "Case in point."
"Yeah." Alex's voice was soft. He DID finally have Mulder. Of
course, Mulder had him just as firmly, no matter what Scully and
Skinner might think. "I DO want to get away from them. I'm trying,
but I have to be cautious. If I move too fast, I might bring the
whole Consortium crashing down on my headand that would mean on
your head, too." Alex, ignoring the slight sting in his scraped
palms, reached out and took Mulder's hand in his own, stroking his
thumb over the back. "You've been hurt enough by those bastards. I
don't want you to catch any more shit because I'm reckless."
"I understand," I understand," his mouth said, and his eyes
concurred. They were almost golden in the lamplight. "But..."
"But, but, but." Alex stood, gathering the nearly empty cartons, and
went to the sink. He scraped the scanty left-overs into the
disposal, shoving them into the hole with almost viscious jabs of his
chopsticks. He turned the water on with a jerk, then snapped the
switch. The disposal came on with a grating whirr, and his voice
rose a little above it. "But, but, but."
"Alex."
Krycek stiffened a little when Mulder came up behind him. The FBI
agent reached past him and turned off the disposal, then the water.
He wrapped his arm around Krycek's waist, pulling him back. Krycek
remained tensed, till he felt Mulder press his forehead to the back
of his neck, then he relaxed a little, settling his hand on Mulder's
arm, holding him there. "I'm sorry," Alex sighed. "It... it's been
a little tense lately."
"I could tell. That's why I brought this upagain. Look, I know
that they have a long reach, but maybe if you weren't so accessible
it would be easier."
Alex shrugged. "I changed my address and didn't tell them. I don't
have a home phone. I got rid of the cell phone they gave me." He
smiled. "Flushed it down the crapper at a bar, actuallybet I
plugged up the system. I haven't given them my new numberhaven't
given it to anyone but you. Fuck, Mulder, I took them off my
Christmas card list. What else am I supposed to do?"
Mulder took a breath, then said one word. "Go."
Alex felt ice forming in the pit of his stomach. *He doesn't just
mean out of the apartment. Nonot possible.* He kept his voice
casual, but at a cost. It was like a knife twisting in a
wound. "You trying to get rid of me, Mulder?"
There was a light slap to the back of his head. "Dammit, Alex, I'm
trying to be serious here. If I just wanted to get rid of you, I'd
have my gun against your head right now. Since when have I been too
shy to use, shall we say, forceful persuasive tactics?"
"Right." Alex extricated himselfbut slowly. He turned, leaning
back against the counter and studied Mulder. His lover's expression
was serious, and... *Oh, damn. He looks resigned. I don't think
I've ever seen him look resigned before.* "You mean leave the
city?" Mulder nodded. "The state?"
"It would be better. You know that they pretty much run their
operations from here."
"Leave the country?"
"I know you have connections, Alex. You could do it. It wouldn't be
all that hard for you. You could be free of them, go anywhere you
wanted, do anything. You just have to take the steps."
"Leave you?"
Mulder closed his eyes. "It would be easier for you," he said
slowly. "They'd look all the harder for two of us." He opened his
eyes. "And I'd slow you down. I'm an FBI agentI'm not... what you
are. I don't have the training, I don't have the skills." His voice
dropped. "I don't have the nature. They'd find me, but you could
disappear."
"You could let that happen?"
Mulder shook his head, but it wasn't to deny that. No, it was more
to express his pain with the whole situation. "If that's what it
takes to see you safe, and happy."
"Mulder..."
"Alex, be still for a minute. Please, don't argue with me on this.
You knowyou KNOW that when you're with me, you're a target."
"I've been a target since I was about fourteen. I might as well have
been born with concentric cirles of red and white on my back. I'm
not sure I could live any other way."
"You should have the chance to find out." They were silent, staring
at each other in the bright glow of the vent hood light. It was the
most prosaic, the most NORMAL setting that Mulder could have ever
imagined, and yet it felt surreal. Mulder took a breath and
lied. "It doesn't have to be forever. Maybe if you were just gone
for a few monthsa year... That might be enough. Then you could
come back." Alex stared at him silently, bright green eyes darker
than he'd seen them for a long time. Fox touched his cheek, tracing
the shadow of the bruise along his jaw. "Please, Alex. I don't know
all that much about your past, but what I do know... It hurts. I
want to be able to think of you living free, away from those
bastards."
"Even if it means that we have to be apart?" His voice was faint.
Mulder closed his eyes for a moment, steeling himself. He wanted
nothing more than to take his lover in his arms and never let go.
*But it would be selfish.* "If it makes you safeyes."
There was another silence, then movement. Mulder opened his eyes to
see Krycek's back as he left the kitchen. He went into the living
room and got his jacket off the sofa, watching Mulder as he slipped
into it. Mulder already felt a bite of regret. "You could stay the
night."
Alex shook his head. "No. You know better than that, Mulder. If I
go, I have to GO. You think I could have a long, sweet farewell with
you, then get up out of your bed and walk away? If it happens, it
happens like this." He started toward the front door, then turned
abruptly and went back into the kitchen. He took Mulder's face in
his hands and kissed Mulder. It was gentlealmost thoughtful, but
it didn't linger. Then he was gone.
Mulder slumped against the counter, staring at the wall, feeling the
emptinessthe emptiness that had recently been filledbegin to eat
away at him again.
His work suffered almost immediately. He was distracteddidn't seem
able to bring his usual intensity to bear. Scully noticed. One day,
after watching him stare silently at an evidence photograph for more
than fifteen minutes, without even an under-the-breath mutter, she
finally confronted him, asking what was wrong. Scully knew he was in
bad shape when he didn't try to evade, saying simply, "I sent him
away."
She knew who he meant, and had said firmly, "Good! I've been hoping
you'd come to your senses."
Mulder had sighed. "Don't feel smug. That isn't why I sent away.
He did something that compromised us both."
"What?"
Mulder's expression was bleak. "He became important to me." Scully
heard the pain in his voice, and felt a twinge. Mulder noted the
flicker of emotion in his partner's expression, and said quietly, "I
know you're worried about me, but I'll be okay. I have to be. He
left, to be safefor me. I have to stay sanefor him."
That was all he was willing to say about the situation, and Scully
didn't try to talk to him about it again. She was left to
contemplate the bizarre thought that Alex KrycekRatboywas holding
Mulder together.
The days plodded by, then the weeks. Mulder moved through his life
like an automaton. One day he stopped at a cafe and ate a sandwich
that he didn't want, and couldn't taste. All the sensation that made
life interesting seemed to have gone out of the world in the last few
weeks. Nothing tasted good, nothing was appealing. He slept, but
didn't rest. Color seemed to be slowly leeching out of the world,
leaving nothing but sepia toneslike a daguerrotype.
It took a long time to get out his keys at the apartmentlonger
still to fit the key into the lock. There was a scuffling from down
the hall, and Mulder looked up quicklyhis survival instincts were
too strong to be completely deadened. A figure stepped out of the
shadows that had pooled where the last light had gone dead last
month. Mulder tensed, then saw his eyesgreen. Suddenly the color
that had been fading away flowed back into the world.
He felt a warm burst of joy and relief, so strong that it weakened
his knees. Then he stiffened his spine and said flatly. "Why did
you come back to the cage?"
Alex came close, putting his hand on Mulder's arm, and Mulder fought
the urge to grab him, drag him into a strangling embrace. "Let's go
inside, Mulder. This isn't anything for hallways."
Mulder silently opened the door, and they went inside. Still silent,
he locked the door and took off his jacket, moving mechanically.
Alex laid his jacket over Mulder's on the sofa. There was something
unspeakably intimate in that gesture.
"Why, Alex? Did they find you?" It was the only explanation Mulder
could think of.
Alex shook his head. "NoI was out clean. I had an apartment. I'd
begun to set up another identity. I'd even made a couple of
tentative friends."
"You were livingliving FREE. Why did you come back?"
"Sarah Teasdale."
Mulder blinked. "Correct me, but I think you can find her works in
any local library."
"'Song'. Do you know that one?"
"'Song'." Mulder thought. "'You bound strong sandals on my feet.'"
Krycek nodded. "'You bound strong sandals on my feet. You gave me
bread and wine. And sent me under sun and stars, for all the world
was mine.' You gave me everything I'd need to make it, Mulder. You
gave me back a sense of myself as a human being. You gave me
confidencethe sort that I could LIVEnot just survive. For most
of my life I've known that all I had was the corners and the shadows
of the worldthe gutter. You made me look up at the sky again,
Mulder. You made me see the sun and stars."
He went to Mulder and took his hands. Mulder gripped them, unable to
resist. A corner of his mind noted the fact that once again Alex's
palms were smoothhealed. "'Oh, take the sandals off my feet.'" He
leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. "You tried to
give me what you thought I needed, babe, but you still don't
undertandnot completely. 'You know not what you do.'"
He pulled Mulder into his arms. "'All my world is in your arms. My
sun and stars are you.' Mulder, even with those evil bastards
looking over my shoulder, I have never been so free as I am here and
nowwith you. Don't ask me to give it up. I'll be free to roam the
world, and I'll still be the most captured, the most caged creature
in existence."
Mulder's hands lifted, and settled in Alex's dark hair. "All
right." He felt Alex relax against him, and relished the feel, the
physical weight that bred peace in the deepest, most personal part of
his being.
"It will happen," Alex whispered in his ear. "But it will happen for
BOTH of us. That's the only way it will be possible, Mulder,
because..." he turned his head, kissing his lover's hand, "we make
each other strong enough to do it. Not alonetogether."
They embraced, and Mulder whispered, "Yestogether. 'All the world
is in your arms. My sun and stars are you.'"
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Title: All My World Author: Scribe Fandom: X Files Pairing: Mulder/Krycek Rating: PG13 Summary: If you love something, set it free... Archive: Yes DOTB, Slashing Mulder, Texfiles, lists, others ask. Feedback: poet77665@yahoo.com Status: Finished Sequel/Series: The Poetic Series Disclaimer: I did not create the characters here, I don't own them. They belong to Chris Carter, and his production company I derive no profit from this effort. I mean nothing but respect for the creators, owners, and the actors and actresses who portray them. Websites: http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/scribescribbles and http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/foxluver Notes: Takes place after Tired of Pretending, but before Heart, We Will Forget Him |
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