RESTORATION

By Amythist

The large figure arrived in time to watch Mulder drive away as Skinner hurried back into the FBI building. Neither man gave the crumpled figure on the ground a second glance.

Slipping out of the shadows, he walked to the slumped body of Alex Krycek. After a brief survey of the dead man's injuries, the figure knelt down at Krycek's head. Staring into the open unseeing green eyes, the man seemed to come to a decision.

Lying his hands on either side of Alex's face, the man closed his eyes and concentrated on the lifeless body before him. Soon both arms trembled and the man gasped as his energy was consumed by the still form. Within moments the alien bounty hunter opened his eyes and watched as the previously slack chest rose and fell with a shallow breath. More breaths followed in a regular, steady pattern. A soft puff of air escaped the half-open mouth as the tip of a pink tongue flicked out to moistened dry lips. Light glistening off the pale lips held his attention until the open unseeing eyes blinked twice and fluttered closed against deathly gray cheeks.

He released the cool flesh beneath his fingers and stood to retrieve the discarded handgun. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket he returned to his prize and quickly bound the wound on the injured arm. Reaching down, he effortlessly scooped up the boneless body and carried it to his car. After placing the unconscious young man in the front passenger seat and reclining the backrest, he pulled a folded blanket from the back seat and pressed it to the bleeding abdominal wound.

Mending torn and missing human brain cells had drained most of his healing energy for the moment. He would take the assassin back to a secure post and completed the healing of his other injuries there.

Sliding silently into the driver's seat, the bounty hunter appraised his companion again as he placed a hand over the blanket to supply pressure during the trip to safety.

* Yes, this one was tenacious and cunning. He would be of great use as a tool for the future. It was right that he should live. *

A soft moan escaped Alex's throat as he rolled his head toward the car window. The bounty hunter reached out and ran a large thumb across a lightly stubbled jaw line and up into Krycek's thick dark hair.

Having this one indebted to him for restoring his life would be pleasant indeed. This little one was too pretty to waste. Maybe, if the human was properly appreciative, he would consider restoring his severed arm as well.

*Yes. A plaything with two hands would be more enjoyable. Especially this one. *

Pulling out of the parking garage into traffic, the dark sedan was quickly swallowed by the shadows of the night.

End