by Aqualegia
There's a knock on my door, and when my secretary opens it I can see Alex
Krycek standing beyond her. I raise an eyebrow, which she knows is my way of
saying, 'What is it?'
"Agent Krycek would like to see you sir," she says primly.
I look beyond her, into those green eyes and have visions of bending him
over my desk, of taking him, of possessing him. Without even thinking I
shake my head. "I'm sorry," I say, "I've just been called
away." I get up as I am making this excuse and shrug into my jacket.
"Please make an appointment with Kim." I brush past them both and
make my way to the lifts.
Behind me I hear Krycek say, "But sir, it's urgent."
I cannot, dare not, listen. I need time to prepare myself, to steel
myself against his siren song, before I can face him alone.
Fortunately for my peace of mind, the lift is opening as I reach it and I
get on, not caring in which direction it is going to carry me, just so long
as it is away...
Hurt, confused, green eyes glare at me as I stand at the window, watching
his huddled form. Watching him, wanting him... Hating him for making me
want him...
"You should have listened," he says, and still I turn away from
him...
I'm dying. His green eyes glare at me with hatred, and from my hospital
bed I stare back, seeing my death in them.
"I'll make you listen to me," he growls and I don't have the
strength to deny him.
"What do you want from me?"
He does not smile, those hard green eyes bore into me and still I want
him. "All in good time."
Time, I should have made time... but... I want him... it's too late
now...
There's a knock on my door, and when my secretary opens it I can see Alex
Krycek standing beyond her. I raise an eyebrow, which she knows is my way of
saying, 'What is it?'
"Agent Krycek would like to see you sir," she says primly.
I look beyond her, into those green eyes and have visions of bending him
over my desk, of taking him, of possessing him. I go to shake my head, to
deny him... then a confused dream invades my consciousness... I see a man
saying,
"You should have listened."
I nod to Kim, "Send him in," I say and return my eyes to the
report I'm holding, trying not to watch him walk gracefully across my office
to take a chair in front of my desk.
"Sir, it's about Agent Scully, sir, I need your help..."
I start awake from a nightmare, one I've had a few times before, where
green eyes reproach me and the earth is burned and black... I brush my
shaking hand over my sweating face, then reach out to my companion and pull
him close. Sleepy green eyes, full of love, look up at me.
"It didn't happen Walter," the husky voice washes over me.
"You did, listen..."
I bring our mouths together, silencing him...
He pulls back slightly, then lays his head on my chest, holding me
tightly. "Love you," he murmurs.
"I love you too, Alex..." I feel him relax against me, and
know that while he's in my arms, my nightmare will not return.
reen eyes, green eyes, I am haunted by green eyes. My most tiresome
agent, brilliant though he is, has a new partner. They sat in my office
making their reports, and all I could see were those sable fringed green
eyes. They beckon to me, it would be so easy to take advantage, especially
since I saw him, quite by accident, being checked over by the doctor as I
arrived early for my own annual check-up. Since then I have not dared allow
myself to be alone with him.
