Title: Croissant crazy – Part One   Walter jogged slowly to the shop, a five dollar note tucked in his sock. A Sunday paper, some fresh croissants and the money would be almost gone. The homeless guy at the end of the block would get his usual weekend bonus.   **********************   Fox jogged sluggishly. Another late night, pizza, video and waking on the couch. Yet something had him jogging at 8am on a Sunday morning. It was a while before he realized he had taken a wrong turn and ended up in what his mother would have called a ‘nice neighborhood’. Winded, he stopped, resting his hands on his thighs.   *******************   Alex saw the guy and his stomach rumbled, reminding him it was at least three meals he had missed. He slid his hand into his pocket, feeling the cold metal handle of the knife nestled safely there like an old friend. Making sure the guy wasn’t in a hurry to leave, Alex made his way quickly and quietly across the street.   ********************   Fox heard the ‘click’ of the blade snapping open at the same time as he felt the blade prick his skin through the well-worn t-shirt he wore.   ‘Don’t even blink. Just give me your money.’   Fox swallowed hard. ‘What…um…I don’t have…’ The blade pricked his chest and he straightened up a fraction. ‘Please…’   Alex dropped to the damp pavement, unconscious from a blow to the back of his head.   Fox wasn’t sure whether to be more scared or not of this new development and decided to keep still. Very still.   ‘Hey son, you okay?’   Fox stood up, breathing hard. ‘Um…what…Skinner?’   Walter smiled, shaking his head. ‘I might have known. What are you doing here?’   ‘I…um…took a wrong turn.’   Toeing the unconscious form at his feet onto his back, Walter looked from Fox to…   ‘Krycek?’ He crouched down, slapping the pale cheeks until Alex’s eyes half-opened.   No…this isn’t happening. Alex looked up at the two men standing over him, one lifting his t-shirt, examining the pinprick drop of blood on his ribcage, the other looking really really cross. ‘I can explain.’ He was stopped from continuing as Walter hauled him up by his collar.   ‘This’d better be good Krycek.’   ‘I don’t suppose you’ve got any food on you?’ Alex asked, seemingly forgetting  his earlier behavior.   Without loosening his grip on Alex, Walter leaned down and retrieved the bag of still-warm croissants he had been taking home, grabbing the attention of both younger men. Sighing, he jerked his head at the end of the street. ‘Come on.’ Click here to go to Part Two... Home Send me feedback on this fic Return to the X-Files Fic Index Return to the West Wing Fic Index