Title: Nine Lives

Author: Fallen Angel

Archive: Don't think you want to, but please ask me first.

Rating: R for implicit m/m sex

Category: S, slight Angst - M/K

Spoilers: None.

Author's Note: The plot takes place right after the two-parter "Tunguska/Terma". By the way, I know Mulder is red-green blind, but I decided to ignore this fact.

Summary: Krycek risks his life to protect Mulder from CSM.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine - everybody knows that! I just borrowed them for this tiny story. No harm done, I think.

Nine Lives
by Fallen Angel

It was dark and there was a strong rainy smell in the air. Though it was quite cold Mulder had decided to walk home. He needed fresh air and some time to think to free his mind.

Strolling along the empty street to his apartment, thousands of various thoughts rushed through his brain. 'What happened to him? And WHY am I worried about him? He betrayed and sacrificed me to save his ass! Russian bastard!' He kicked a rusty can and it hit the wall with a loud clattering sound. 'Fucking asshole!'

Suddenly he stopped and pricked up his ears. Someone was talking. Somewhere in the dark. Somewhere in front of him. He could make out two different voices. Two male voices whispering. Though he could hardly hear them, they sounded familiar to him, but he wasn't able to associate the voices with anybody. Mulder hid in a doorway trying to recognize the faces that belonged to these men. It was too dark. He could only see the silhouettes of two tall men. One of them wore a long coat and had turned his back to Mulder. The other one was behind the man with the coat so Mulder couldn't see him.

"You're sure he's coming? He's late.", one of them said.

"Be quiet. I'm sure he'll appear soon", the man in the coat replied.

Mulder knew these voices. Suddenly the man wearing the coat stroke a match to light his cigarette. A cigarette!!! Of course, he was right: He knew that voice. The short flash revealed the smoking man's face. The Smoking Man! 'Cancerman's waiting for me!', Mulder thought. 'But who's the other guy?' He decided to stay in his cache and wait.

About ten minutes later the Cigarette Smoking Man turned round, said some short words to his companion and disappeared. 'Now it's one man against another!' Mulder said to himself and decided to take his chance to find out who was lying in wait for him.

***

He slunk along the wall towards the waiting guy. He grasped him with a skilled grip, threw him against the wall and rammed the muzzle of his gun against his temple.

"Hey Mulder, that's my job. I should've done that to you!", the guy sneered.

"SHUT UP, KRYCEK! WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' HERE?", Mulder yelled.

"Visiting an old friend! I was longing for you!"

Mulder thumped his fist into Krycek's stomach. Krycek coughed gasping. "STOP!"

"Why should I? You left me alone in Russia, don't remember? You gave a damn about what happened to me! So SHUT UP, KRYCEK!"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE. I TRIED TO SAVE YOU! I knew it could cost my life, but I tried to help you!"

"YOU TRIED TO HELP ME?"

"Yeah, believe it or not! It would've been pretty easy to make the Russians kill you. But I didn't!"

"You left me alone in a fucking Russian forest! You didn't raise a finger to help me! Luckily, I found somebody to help me. You didn't save me, you didn't even try it!"

Mulder took out some cuffs and tried to seize Krycek's wrists. "What's that?" Mulder said shocked as he touched the prosthetic limb instead of Krycek's left arm. "What the hell happened to your arm?", he asked confused.

"A horde of mad one-armed Russians cut it off to PROTECT me! Do you understand now why I couldn't help you to get outta Russia?"

Mulder tried to calm down and replied more temperately: "I'm sorry. I didn't know... You're alright now?"

Krycek said smirking: "Well, ya know, now I can only beat you with one hand!"

"Stop joking! You better tell me now what you're doing here?"

"I was send to beat you up and to find out what you know. But you came first! Now it's your turn, Mulder. What are you gonna do with me now? You wanna switch my lights off?"

Krycek's bright green eyes focused Mulder's face like they wanted to hypnotize him. A cold shiver ran down Mulder's back and he felt a strange emotion deep in the pit of his stomach. 'Yes, I wanna kill you! I wanna finish it now! I want you to pay for what you did to my father and to Scully's sister!'

Mulder looked at Krycek, at his strikingly male face, his harmonious beautiful mouth with its ruthless corners, and his eyes... green eyes with light sparkles... These eyes sometimes staring cruel and cold blooded were now scanning Mulder's face and they seemed to be gentle - almost soft. 'Why should I believe him? Almost everything he ever told me was nothing but a
nice collection of lies. But his eyes... Why do his eyes have such an influence on me?', Mulder asked himself. Slowly he let down his weapon, cast down his eyes and murmured: "Listen, Krycek, I'll give you fifteen minutes to find some authentic explanations. If you fail I'm going to shoot you."

'Was this really true? Would I be able to kill him? I don't know... maybe... No, I wouldn't, I'm sure I wouldn't.' He nudged Krycek rudely. "Come on. Move your ass." He shouted and pushed Krycek down the street towards his apartment.

***

Mulder unlocked the door and shoved Krycek in. He led him to the couch, forced him to sit down and handcuffed Krycek's right wrist to the radiator. 'Alright, now I got you here' "You know, the only reason why I haven't killed you yet is that I need to get some answers."

"Sure. Now you got me. What do you want to know?", Krycek asked strangely cooperative. Mulder was surprised. 'That's too easy.', he thought.

"What's up, Krycek? No lies and threats this time? Usually you've got somepuzzling information or some improbable theories for me.", Mulder said cynically.

"Maybe I don't want to be so predictable any more. Or maybe it's just the fact that you're aiming this weapon at my face!", Krycek replied grinning.

Mulder lowered his gun. "Alright. If tonight is your cooperative moment, tell me: Who told you to kill my father?", he asked dryly.

"You already know the answer, don't you? I didn't kill...", Krycek replied with a haughty tone.

"Yeah, you bet - I already know that! Didn't I tell you to invent some AUTHENTIC answers?", Mulder felt his rising anger.

"What is more authentic than the truth, Mulder?", Krycek retorted provokingly.

"COME ON, I thought we've already been through this stuff. You mean YOUR truth!", Mulder shouted persistently raising his weapon.

"That IS the truth! Why should I lie to you? You got the gun."

"Damn right, asshole! And you know exactly what I'm planning to do with it, don't you? That's why you're gonna tell me the truth now!"

"You want to hear the truth?", Krycek laughed. "The truth,... there's no truth! These men, they make it up as they go along. All those lies... among all those lies I've almost forgotten what truth is..."

"You make it sound like you were the victim."

"That's it! I AM A VICTIM."

Mulder listened to the younger man's words. He had never imagined he would consider Alex Krycek as a victim one day... as their victim.

Krycek continued, "They force me to do these jobs. They treat me as if I was their property. Maybe I've never wanted to hurt anybody. Maybe I just wanted to survive. I am a victim... - though in different ways - both we're the victims. Both we're their toys - like chessmen... played off against each other!", Krycek said sadly casting down his eyes.

"I have to admit that I never thought about that... that you were forced to do your job." Mulder dropped his weapon and sat down. "It was a lie.", he whispered.

"What?", Krycek questioned surprised.

Mulder faced the floor. He tried to avoid meeting the other man's eyes. Slight tears were in his eyes. "I'd never be able to kill you. You mean too much to me."

Their eyes met.

"I feel just the same about you. That's the reason why I haven't killed you yet - though I often had the possibility... But I can't explain the feelings I have for you. I... I want to protect you. I want to destroy the sadness around you... I just... I just wasn't sure how you'd react if I..."

"Shhh!" Mulder put a finger on Krycek's lips. He passed his finger-tip lightly over his mouth, his fingers scanned the traits of Krycek's face: The small short nose, the high cheekbones, the sharp and male chin. His eyes formed with such careful precision. He thought of all the things those eyes might have seen. They might have seen staring eyes looking back recognizing their own deaths' sureness. They might have seen the last glares of dread, defiance, hatred or resignation. They had formerly watched him with a cold, merciless gaze. The same eyes were now focussing Mulder again. This time they had a human, soft, almost vulnerable look. Mulder felt those eyes were not only looking at, but into him. Deeply.

He started to whisper: "I've never thought I'd say that to you, but I think I feel some kind of love for you. Isn't that strange? I never thought I could have such feelings for a man." Mulder smiled. "It's embarrassing... Could you do me a favor, Alex?" Mulder's soft hazel eyes sparkled. "Allow me to kiss you?"

Krycek's cheeks blushed. He laughed. "You should better take off those handcuffs first, don't you think... Fox?"

"I'm sorry... ", Mulder murmured while taking off the cuffs.

As soon as his arm had been freed, Krycek seized Mulder's neck. Their mouths approached. Mulder felt the other man's breath accelerating. His eyes almost closed, Mulder suddenly saw a red light spot wandering around on Krycek's forehead.

***

"ALEX, GET DOWN!", Mulder yelled and pulled Krycek off the sofa - a split second before the bullet smashed the window.

"Shit! What was that?", Krycek asked confused. "I gotta get out of here. You see, it's too dangerous to stay with you."

He got up and headed for the door when he felt Mulder's hand seizing his shoulder. "Don't leave me now. I can help you out of this. Please, Alex, let me help you!" The FBI agent's eyes had an imploring expression.

"I like it when you call me Alex. It sounds much better than the old 'Krycek' or 'Russian bastard'. But I can't stay with you. I can't run the risk of endangering your life. I know who tried to kill me and I know where to find him..."

Mulder interrupted him: "But will you come back?"

"Sure. I got the nine lives of a cat, you know. Watch your steps, Tovarish!" Krycek kissed Mulder's cheek and disappeared in the darkness of the corridor.

***

"What did THAT mean?", Krycek yelled angrily to the elder man who was standing in front of him. "Why did you try to kill me?" His eyes were sparkling with menace.

"First: I do NOT owe any account to you! Second: Nobody tried to kill YOU! And third: We wanted to liquidate Agent Mulder. We decided that he has to die. He knows too much, he saw too much... he's becoming dangerous for us...", the elder man interrupted his sentence to inhale his cigarette's smoke, "...too dangerous for our business."

"But I had him that close! Everything was fine - just like we arranged it! A few minutes later and he would never have thought about the X-files in his whole damn life anymore! Why killing him? There are other solutions for your Mulder-problem! I..."

The Cigarette-Smoking Man cut off Krycek's words: "He's also YOUR problem, Alex! Do you really think he will ever change his opinion about the identity of Bill Mulder's murderer?", he coughed, "We had a plan, and... we changed it! Our organization decided to kill him and that's the new plan! And you are going to stick to it, right?"

Krycek knew this was no question - it was a command. And he had no choice... no, that wasn't true! There was one possibility left: "Sure. But then let ME do it! Mulder was MY job. He trusts me. I'll have no difficulty with him. Let me finish it."

The other man - puffing small smoke rings - started to smirk. "Alex, looks like you took a great fancy to our little trouble-making FBI-agent."

Krycek blushed and turned his face away.

"Alright. I agree, it's your job. But don't make any mistakes!" The smoking man dropped his cigarette butt and left the room.

Krycek picked up the fuming butt and threw it out of the window. 'I'll stick to my own plan, smoking asshole.' Krycek said to himself. 'Hope cancer's killing you soon!'

***

The Smoking Man opened the door of the car that was waiting around the corner. "Everything will be fine. He's going to do it." he said to the driver. He looked in the rear-view mirror: "You'll follow him. Watch every step he takes. One false move... and you know what to do."

The man on the back-seat nodded and left the car while the driver started the engine.

***

Mulder slowly wiped a tear from his eye. 'Who does he think he is? Saying those words to me and leaving me alone like that! I could have helped him. We could have managed this together.' he said to himself. He couldn't believe that he really trusted this man. But this time Mulder felt that he had told him the truth. 'Don't I always think he's telling the truth?', he asked himself.

He turned his head around and looked at the damaged window and the glass that was laying all over the floor. He had to do something. He had to find out who had tried to murder Krycek. But he didn't know where to start. Suddenly he got up, removed the bullet that had hit the wall, took his weapon and his jacket and left his apartment.

***

He drove through the streets still confused by what had happened some minutes ago. Finally he stopped his car, went towards the house and knocked on the door. "Scully, it's me. Are you awake?"

Scully got up, put on a bathrobe over her nightdress and opened the door. Her eyes still half closed, she replied drowsily: "Now I am, Mulder. What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"May I come in?", Mulder asked politely.

Looking a bit puzzled Scully let him in "Sure. But tell me why you're here!"

Mulder entered the apartment and sat down in an armchair. "Krycek's back in town.", he said quietly.

"What? Alex Krycek? Who told you?" Scully asked looking more and more confused.

"The rat himself. I caught him while he was waiting for me on the way to my apartment."

"What did he do there?" Now she was totally disconcerted.

"He was told to beat me up by our Cancerman. To silence me.", Mulder replied. He thought about telling everything to his partner. 'But how would she react? No, I can't tell her the whole story. She wouldn't understand it.' "I brought him to my apartment, as I wanted him to answer some of my questions. But while we were talking, somebody tried to shoot him and he escaped." 'That's enough', Mulder thought, 'That's all she needs to know.'

"What's that to you, Mulder? I thought you'd love to see him dead. You told me he's the one who killed your father. And what about the things that happened in Russia?" Scully asked a bit distrustfully.

"Sure. But I want to know who tried to kill him." Mulder knew this answer was everything else but logical.

"Mulder, I can't follow you. Why do you want to know that?". The female agent had a strong feeling that her partner was keeping a secret.

"Maybe there is some trouble going on among the Consortium members. Probably he has some useful information about them and - who knows - maybe he's even going to share them with us." Mulder said trying to be convincing. 'That sounds even less logical than the stuff I told her before! I'm such an idiot!'

"Mulder! You don't really think so, do you? Alex Krycek is a liar, a cheater... probably even a murderer! And you believe he's going to help us? Are you kidding?" Scully shouted. "What actually happened in your apartment, Mulder? What happened between you and Krycek this night? I won't be able to help you if you don't tell me the truth." Her voice had an appeasing tone.

"I can't, Scully, I can't... you wouldn't understand it. I'm sorry I woke you. Guess I should better go now..", Mulder replied and left his partner's apartment.

Scully gazed after him wishing she would have believed his story.

***

Mulder sat in his car, took the bullet out of his pocket and watched the small piece of metal sliding through his hands. So small and so dangerous. He hated him. He hated Krycek for making him feel like that. He never wanted somebody that much - especially not a man. 'Falling in love with a man... and not only that he's a man... what a man! Of course, Scully's right: He's
a liar and maybe even a murderer... ' "Shit!" Mulder shouted, threw the bullet out of the window and started the car.

Mulder drove aimlessly through the city. He had no idea where to go now. 'If she doesn't want to help me I'll manage this on my own. I don't need her help. I just couldn't tell her what really happened between me and... ALEX! I have to find him. I must help him. But how can I find him? Where can I find him?...'

He slowly turned into his street when he suddenly saw him. He stood beckoning on the street in front of the house. Mulder drove towards him, stopped the car and opened the door. He said smiling: "Alex! I'm glad I've finally found you. Come on, get in the car!"

"You were looking for me?" Krycek asked curiously while Mulder started the engine.

"I want to help you, Alex. Let me help you. Don't run away again.", the FBI-agent said with a begging tone.

"You can't help me. I..."

Mulder interrupted him and ignored the other man's words: "You said you knew who tried to kill you. Who is it? And why?"

Krycek turned his face away, looked through the window and pretended he hadn't heard Mulder's questions. "Where are you driving to?"

Mulder frowned. "Honestly? I don't know. I just don't know where it's safe for you. You know where to go?"

"We could go to my place. Nobody can find me there.", Krycek mumbled. "Did anybody follow you?"

"No. I haven't seen anybody."

"Alright. I'll show you the way."

***

Some ten minutes later Krycek told Mulder to stop the car in front of a shabby old depository.

"You're really living here?" Mulder asked unbelieving.

"Hey, you go underground, you gotta learn to live with the rats!" Krycek grinned. "But it's not THAT bad. Wait till you're inside."

Mulder followed Krycek, who walked towards the dilapidated building. They opened a heavy iron door and went inside. The two men crossed a large hall that was stuffed with dusty cartons and boxes stacked up to a height of more than fifteen feet. Behind a high pile of wooden palettes Krycek turned right and put away a dingy cloth to reveal a steely door. He unlocked it and held it open.

"Welcome to my modest empire!" Krycek said when Mulder entered the hidden room. The room was pretty dark, though the walls and the ceiling were painted with bright white color. There were no windows, but the room was ventilated by a large air-conditioning system. The equipment consisted of a kitchen in the left corner with a small fridge, a cooker, a microwave and some cupboards. A big black wooden wardrobe was in the right corner; some shelves stuffed with books and videotapes along the walls next to an old-fashioned TV-video combination; a desk with a modern multimedia computer, some simple chairs and in the middle of the room there was a large low bed covered with black satin sheets. The room looked rather cold than comfy, Mulder thought, but - as it was Alex Krycek's home - it was absolutely suitable.

"Take a seat, Mulder. You want something to drink?", Krycek asked.

"I thought we had already reached the point where you call me Fox.", Mulder said smiling.

"Sorry... Fox... I wasn't sure whether you regret what happened or not." Krycek said blushing.

"I don't regret anything at all, Alex. But please, now tell me who wants to kill you and why he wants to do that."

"It's the Cigarette Smoking Man and the Consortium. They decided to kill me as I know too much of their secrets... of their lies and their plans." Krycek paused and looked at Mulder who was facing the floor.

The FBI-agent seemed to be disappointed. "I thought you'd tell me the truth, Alex. I saw you talking to Cancerman right before I caught you. If he had wanted to kill you why should he have waited? It would have been much easier to shoot you right away!" His voice quivered. "I thought I meant something to you. Why do you lie to me? I really thought I was important for you..., Alex. Or should I better return to 'Russian bastard'?"

Krycek grabbed Mulder's head and looked straight in his eyes. He noticed the tears that were in these soft hazel eyes. "You want to hear the truth? Alright, I'll tell you the truth. You mean more to me than anything else. More than my own life. I'll tell you what happened this evening. Cancerman and the Consortium had sent me to win your trust and to convince you of closing the X-Files. The shot was meant for you - not for me. They wanted to kill YOU."

Mulder listened to the other man's words fully concentrated.

"I didn't know about their decision. Believe me. I would never allow them to kill you. After the shot I had a meeting with the Smoking Man. He told me about their plan of killing you. I realized that there was only one possibility left to save you... I asked him to entrust me with the... job... " Krycek smiled at the other man. "If they find out that I fooled them, they'll kill me..."

Mulder said shocked: "So you risked your life for me?"

"Yeah. But they won't find me here. And you're definitely worth it, Fox!"

Mulder smiled, embarrassed. He looked Krycek up and down: The male body with its broad shoulders, the flat belly and the long powerful legs. The attractive man wore a black leather jacket, a white T-shirt and black jeans. His short smooth hair was styled with a small quantity of hair wax.

'All these things together make an incredibly good-looking man', Mulder thought. He looked in the eyes of the handsome man who still held his head between his hands. How strange that prosthetic arm felt. 'Strange, but not really uncomfortable.' Mulder said to himself, 'Just unusual.'

He tried to conceive how much he meant to this man who risked his life for him. That thought made his knees trembling. Mulder put his arm around the younger man's waist and asked softly: "Would you mind us continuing right at the point where we had been interrupted?"

Krycek smiled. "No, not at all." He caressed Mulder's neck and felt the soft hair on it. Mulder closed his eyes expecting the touch of the lips he longed for. Krycek brushed the other man's mouth with a slow and soft caress. Mulder enjoyed that he felt Krycek's breath - first on his mouth, then on his cheek, on the side on his neck and finally on his ear. It was a warm breath. And it felt that good. He could feel the words Krycek's lips were forming. "I want to touch you, Fox. I want to feel you. I want to caress every inch of your body."

Mulder opened his eyes. He didn't have to say anything, Krycek could read the answer in the hazel eyes that were now facing him. He scanned Mulder's face. The smooth brown hair that framed the beautiful face with its soft skin, the sad brown eyes, the nose that made his lover's face so unique and the gentle lips that made Krycek insane. The agent wore a linen gray suit, a white shirt and a ruby satin tie. The suit stressed his well-proportioned but non-bulky figure, his broad shoulders and his slim hips.

Though the two men looked as different as possible, Krycek knew they had something in common - they both spent their lives searching for something. Mulder with his obstinate search for the truth and he himself still looking for absolution.

Krycek's mouth returned to these perfect lips. He started to kiss them in a soft way. Mulder opened his mouth - claiming more. Krycek's tongue parted the gentle lips and dipped in the warm cave. His body started to shiver with lust. He felt his cock harden and their kiss became faster and harder. Mulder pressed his pelvis against the other man's, feeling the hardened penis. He began to peel off the younger man's clothes revealing a perfect body with strong muscles under a tanned skin. The sight of Krycek's bare body and his hardened cock caused a tingling in his loins. He took off his own clothes and stroked Krycek's trained chest.

"We should better take that off.", Mulder whispered and pointed at Krycek's prosthesis.

"But I don't want you to see me that way, Fox. You'll hate it..." Krycek said and faced the ground.

But Mulder had already taken off the artificial limb. "Shhh..." He kissed the remaining upper arm, "Even if you had only one leg left you'd still be perfect and incredibly beautiful."

Krycek blushed and caressed the soft skin from Mulder's chest down to his flat belly. The two men kissed passionately while Mulder moved his hands over his lover's firm back. Thousands of shivers ran through his body and he felt his cock harden. Slowly Krycek lead Mulder towards the large bed. Their bodies entwined and they sank into the smooth satin sheets. Mulder felt as he was dipping into another world, every part of his body trembled with lust. He knew this was going to be a night he would never forget...

***

His eyes still closed Mulder awoke nestled against his lover's warm, beautiful body. He inhaled the odour of the sleeping man. How safe he felt. He slightly smacked Krycek's mouth. The younger man slowly opened his eyes. "Good morning, my guardian angel." Mulder whispered softly into Krycek's ear.

Krycek smiled tiredly. "Good morning, hazel-eye. How do you feel... the morning after it?"

"Like a new man. It was incredible. And I don't want this feeling to end." Mulder replied and kissed the other man's chest.

"I'm sorry, but I think at least this morning has to end now. I have to carry through my plan." Krycek said while he got up and started to get dressed. "And what exactly is your plan?" Mulder asked curiously.

"I can't tell you everything about it. It would be too dangerous for you. Only one thing: Trust no one!" Krycek kissed Mulder good-bye, took his leather jacket and headed for the door. When he had already opened it, he turned round again and said sadly: "I really hate to leave you now - believe me. But remember: I've got the nine lives of a cat..." And he left.

'As usual' Mulder thought. 'He confuses me and then he leaves. It's always the same.' He got up, picked up his clothes and started to dress. 'What now? Do I love him? Will I forgive him?' Mulder took his jacket and left the building. 'Maybe...' he thought when he got in his car and started the engine. He drove towards the main road when a dark car drove past him towards Krycek's refuge. He knew what that meant. 'Good timing, boy!', Mulder said to himself.

***

It was about nine a.m. when he finally entered the FBI-building where Scully was already waiting for him. "Mulder! Where's your tie?" she said and raised one of her eyebrows in that typical way. "I've got some news for you!" she said significantly. "I've still no idea what happened between Alex Krycek and you the night before yesterday, and if you don't want to tell me... It's your decision. But maybe you'll change your mind after I tell you the news that I've got."

Mulder thought that she looked exhausted. "First, I have to tell you something, Scully. You were not right about Krycek. He really helped me. He saved my life during that night and he told me everything. He..."

"MULDER!" Scully shouted interrupting her partner. "He's dead..." Mulder stared at her with his eyes wide open. Her voice sounded muffled to him.

"They found his dead body this morning. He was rather disfigured, but all circumstantial evidences tell us that it is Krycek. He was killed by a shot in the head and we found him on the area of an old depository. I called you immediately, but you had already left home."

Mulder felt a sickness rise from the pit of his belly. He had to get out of here. "I'm sorry, Scully. But I'm a bit sick. I'll better go home."

Scully nodded noticing the tears in Mulder's eyes. She didn't know the reason for it, but she thought she could now imagine what had happened during that night.

***

Still crying, Mulder opened the door of his apartment. 'Now that I finally know what he means to me... Why now? He told me he had a plan! He gave his life for me... Damn idiot!' The agent was angry and hit the door with his fist. He went towards the bathroom when he suddenly noticed the ruby tie lying on the couch.

He picked it up - confused. Then suddenly he understood. 'Had HE laid it there? So maybe he was still alive.... ! Maybe that was his plan... the plan to make them think he was dead. The only way to escape.'

Mulder felt lightened and sat down. He caressed the satin tie. 'What did he say?' He thought and tried to remember Krycek's last words before he had left. 'I've got the nine lives of a cat...' Then Mulder leant back and laughed giggling.

The End.