SPOILER: Up to season 6

RATING: NC-17 - Krycek/Mulder

NOTE: Mulder is Red-Green color blind, except when it 
come to Krycek. Krycek has one arm. But remember 
in my world nothing happens without a purpose and 
nothing stays the same.

DISCLAIMER: X-Files belongs to Chris Carter and Co. 
Other characters are mine.

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Father's Shadow I      
		by StarWindDancer@hotmail.com
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Mulder slammed Krycek face first into the wall. "What 
are you doing here?"

"What, I need an excuse to see my favorite FBI 
agent?"

"Yes, when you show up in the parking garage of the 
Hover. What if somebody else came out? What if Scully 
had come out with me? She's still not used to you."

Krycek laughed at him. "Mulder, do you really think 
you would have seen me if I hadn't wanted you to? 
Come on, give me some credit."

"You shouldn't take risks like this." Mulder said as 
he ground his lover into the cement pillar.

"Please, Mulder, its been so long. I really needed to 
see you." Krycek moaned. He pushed back to rub his 
ass against Mulder's cock. 

"Stop that, Alex." Mulder hissed in the ear so close 
to him. Still it didn't stop him from rubbing back or 
flicking his tongue out to lick the ridge of Krycek's 
ear. "Its been three months. Couldn't you have waited 
a little longer for me to get home?"

Krycek twisted his head around, scraping his cheek 
against the cold concrete he was pressed against. He 
lingeringly licked his lips before replying. "I 
couldn't wait that long."

"You could." Mulder said as he emphasized his point 
by twisting Krycek's right arm up higher. "What if we 
get caught?" 

"I think you like this, the danger, the excitement. 
Gets your blood pumping, doesn't it, Mulder? Puts an 
edge to the experience."

"Skinner's still inside. If he comes out and catches 
us." Mulder didn't need to continue, he just let the 
consequences brew in Krycek's mind. 

"We could ask him to join us." Krycek said with a 
gleam in his eye, the one that he got right before he 
fucked Mulder right through the nearest wall.

Mulder moaned at the sight.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? That big, strong, 
hairy guy driving into you, filling you up. No, 
better yet. Me. A.D. Skinner driving into me while 
you watched. Watch that big, thick meat of him 
splitting me apart. Long. Hard. Deep. Fast." Krycek 
bucked against Mulder at each word, his voice throaty 
with arousal.

Somehow the image of Skinner fucking Krycek lodged in 
that place right behind his eyes. He moaned loudly 
and kneaded his cock against Krycek. Mulder lightly 
bit the side of Krycek's neck, needing to mark the 
man, own him just a little bit more though if Skinner 
really fucked Krycek Mulder would be there with bells 
on.

Reality quickly replaced that image. There were more 
agents then just Skinner staying late. "Someone else 
could come out and find us. Did you ever think of 
that?"

"Well then, arrest me," Krycek purred his challenge.

Mulder looked around to see if anybody else was 
around. Practically the whole level was abandoned. 
There were only three cars. The closest of which was 
Mulder's own. Like always, it was in the darkest 
corner of the garage. Though it gave the perfect 
opportunity for assassins to come out and jump him, 
Mulder did it anyway. It was like screaming "Come out 
and get me." Yes, he did like to live dangerously.

"You have the right to remain silent," Mulder said as 
he took out his handcuffs. Krycek crooned against 
him. "Anything you say can and will be used against 
you in the court of law."

Mulder reached around Krycek's side to pull his left 
arm back to handcuff to the right.

"Umm, Mulder, it doesn't bend that way. You'll have 
to handcuff me in the front."

Mulder turned Krycek around so he could fasten the 
cuff around warm flesh and cold plastic. As he 
slapped on the cuffs, he gave Krycek a puzzled look. 
Seeing this Krycek added, "In case you hadn't noticed 
all those times undressing me, this thing IS strapped 
to my body. Though, there's one drawback." 

In a move so swift that it seemed to flow like water 
Krycek brought both leather gloved hands to Mulder's 
throat and twisted them both around so that he was 
the one on top pushing Mulder's body into the 
concrete pillar.

Instead of protecting his throat Mulder pulled out 
his gun to press under Krycek's chin.

"Touché." Krycek said, impressed.

Krycek let go. Mulder forced Krycek to back up a few 
steps.

"You have the right to an attorney. You have the 
right to a phone call." Mulder watched as Krycek just 
flowed down to kneel in front of him. Except for the 
face smirking at him Krycek almost blended in with 
the shadows. It looked like the Cheshire cat from 
Alice in Wonderland, complete with that mad gleam in 
the eyes. 

"If you choose to give up these rights, well, I'll 
fuck you." The face floated in front of him, taunting 
him. Mulder poked it with the end of the gun. The 
grin widened so he ran the muzzle over the face, 
exploring it. "Do you understand these rights as they 
are read to you?"

"No," Krycek said defiantly.

"Well then," Mulder ran the muzzle even lower, "Your 
gonna have to suck me." The muzzle rimmed over 
Krycek's lips till he was able to work the end in.

The sight slipped past lips and Krycek lightly sucked 
on the end of the gun working it over gently. Long 
lashes fluttered closed.

Mulder reached out to cup the side of Krycek's head, 
pressing the gun in further. Breathy he said, "Open 
you eyes. I want to see them." 

Mad Cheshire eyes gleamed back at him from under 
those lashes. Mulder brushed his thumb one last time 
over soft skin before pulling back. For an instant 
Mulder was tempted to lean down and lick his way 
across the face to feel those long lashes tickle 
against his sensitive tongue but that would end the 
game. Instead he pulled the gun out a bit from 
Krycek's mouth.

A pink tongue slipped out to rim the gun itself. It 
went around and around leaving a wet trail on the 
metal. Next it folded to cradle the end.  

Mulder groaned then tried to roll his tongue. He 
never was able to get it to fold like that.

The tongue then pulled back slightly so the tip was 
back in Krycek's mouth. Instead of closing his mouth 
over it he left it wide open so Mulder could see what 
Krycek was doing.

Krycek tongued the tip, exploring the unsensitive 
slit. He rolled his tongue so tight and pushed it 
into the barrel of the gun so when he finally pulled 
it out it made a small pop. Mulder's hips bucked 
unconsciously at the sight.

Krycek closed his teeth over the muzzle. He sucked on 
the gun to pull it farther into his mouth. Next he 
pushed it back out before sucking the gun back in, 
speeding up the process. The whole while he undulated 
his body so it looked like he was almost fucking the 
gun instead of sucking it. 

Mulder watched entranced as the silver gleaming gun 
disappeared and reappeared. Thick, cupid bow shaped 
lips slid over it. The vibration of teeth running 
over the gun was felt in Mulder's palm.

Looking down Mulder saw Krycek stroking himself 
through his jeans. He almost told Krycek to stop 
before another idea came to mind. "Open your jeans 
and pull yourself out."

Krycek didn't even slow down his movements while his 
hand opened up his button fly. The thick organ popped 
out quickly, not having any underwear to hold it 
back. Little drops of precum glistened on the tip as 
it bobbed in Krycek's knowing hand.

"Sensationalist."

The only reply Mulder got back was Krycek sucking in 
the gun even deeper until he had to slowly work over 
it to get it in further. When Krycek reached the 
trigger guard Mulder slowly twisted the gun around so 
that Krycek could fit more of it in.

A wet, slippery tongue played with Mulder's trigger 
finger. The nail scraping against it from the 
pressure. His knuckles brushed against Krycek's lips 
which feathered lightly, like he was trying to get 
them in too.

Mulder was stone hard at the sight of Krycek kneeling 
in front of him, swallowing the gun, and stroking 
himself. He could tell as the sight hit the back of 
Krycek's throat as the younger man rocked.

He could kill Krycek right now. Only an inch 
separated the difference to an erotic experience and 
Krycek's brains all over the asphalt. Mesmerized, 
Mulder thumbed back the hammer.

Krycek gave a quick startled breath. Eye lids slid 
halfway down in arousal, only a half ring of lenses 
the same shade of weird blue only Mulder, being color 
blind, saw through summer trees visible. Krycek's 
tongue worked itself in between the guard and the 
finger, pushing it even closer. The spring inside was 
on the edge between firing and not firing. Mulder 
could tell that Krycek got off on the violence of it. 

The tongue withdrew letting Mulder relax that edge 
just a bit. Lips slid back to the barrel working it 
over quickly. Hips and hands bucked in frantic 
movement. Krycek groaned loudly, the feel of it 
traveling from his throat to the gun up Mulder's arm 
and straight to his cock.

Then Krycek was coming. Moaning around the gun as the 
stream of semen erupting over his hands to land 
partially on Mulder's shoes.

Krycek slid off the gun and sat back on his heels, a 
contented look on his face.

"You made a mess," was the first thing out of 
Mulder's mouth. //God, I'm an idiot. I just watched 
Alex Krycek suck my gun and I'm worried about a pair 
of shoes that I'm going to have to eventually replace 
anyway.//

"I'll just have to clean it up." Krycek said with 
that twinkle in his eye. He crouched so that he could 
lick at Mulder's shoes. 

The sight of Krycek licking at his shoes like a cat 
cleaning himself sent bolts of arousal up Mulder's 
spine. It wasn't even a surprise when Krycek started 
purring.

Mulder reached down and grabbed Krycek's head, 
pulling him back. As soon as that mouth was visible 
he claimed it. The kiss was a battle. No gentleness 
or give in it at all. Mulder plundered Krycek's mouth 
and Krycek plundered him right back.

Mulder pulled on Krycek's hair, raising him up so 
they were on the same level. Mulder pushed against 
Krycek to rub his erection against the younger man 
but he backed up making Mulder follow him. In a few 
steps the back of Krycek's legs encountered Mulder's 
car.

Trapped, Krycek had to endure Mulder's hard thrusts. 
His fingers were still threaded in Krycek's hair so 
he yanked back barring that throat. Teeth bit down on 
the pulse point presented.

"Fuck me," Krycek moaned. Mulder could feel the words 
under his exploring tongue.

Mulder released Krycek to turn him around and throw 
him against the car.

"Ow!" Blood welled out of the cut above Krycek's eye. 
It had been caused by the cuffs as he had lifted his 
arms above his head so they weren't trapped under 
him.

"Sorry," Mulder mumbled though he didn't slow down. 
He shoved his gun into his holster before yanking 
Krycek's pants down. Mulder nearly tore his fly as he 
pulled himself out, intent on doing this hard and 
fast. At least he did stop before he drove into 
Krycek dry. 

"Spit."

Krycek made a big show hawking up something to spit 
in Mulder's palm. 

Mulder cuffed Krycek in the back of his head before 
saying, "You're not going to like it if I do this 
dry."

Obediently Krycek spat.

Mulder put his hand down to prepare Krycek. He went a 
little faster then normal, the urgency of the 
situation making him not want to wait. Next he spread 
his own saliva and precum. 

"Ready?" Mulder asked. Krycek only groaned as he 
rubbed himself over the car.

Mulder slowly threaded his hand in his hair, feeling 
the sable strands. Quickly he yanked the head back.

"I said, are you ready?"

"God yes, fuck me, Mulder, I want to feel you. Don't 
stop until you feel teeth."

Krycek screamed as Mulder pushed in until he was 
buried in to the balls. The heat he found himself in 
spurred him on and he started ramming in. The car 
rocked under the force.

"Harder, Fox, harder." 

"I'm trying," Mulder grunted with each push. He 
pulled back on Krycek's hair in his fucking frenzy. 

Skin slapped heavily against skin, leaving bruises 
from the force. The car creaked and shrieked its 
protest, bucking back against the men.

"God, yes. You feel so good." Mulder bellowed as he 
felt himself gripped in that velvet heat. Blindly he 
reached around for Krycek's erection. It was still 
slick from Krycek's earlier exertions. 

Stroking it brought more screams from Krycek who 
bucked harder against Mulder.

"Come on baby, come before I do." Mulder whispered as 
he bit down on an ear lobe. His hand massaged roughly 
until he felt Krycek's orgasm. 

Underneath him Krycek bent nearly backwards as the 
force of the orgasm moved through him. He screamed as 
his inner muscles convulsed, pulling Mulder to 
orgasm.

They both collapsed on top of the car, sated. It took 
a few moments for Mulder to come back to himself. At 
the memory of their combined screams he wondered why 
nobody had come and investigated yet.

"Alex, Alex," he thumped the man panting under him. 
"Somebody is bound to come after those screams of 
yours. We have to get out of here."

"I don't think I can move."

"You're gonna have to. We have to get you out of 
here." Mulder pulled out and adjusted himself. When 
Krycek didn't move he grabbed the man by the hips, 
pulling him up.

Krycek limply lay against Mulder while he adjusted 
clothing.

"I don't think I can walk."

"You won't have to." Mulder opened up his trunk.

"No," Krycek screamed as he backed away. Mulder 
snagged him by his cuffs before he could retreat far.

"Don't worry. I'm just getting a blanket out. I'll 
cover you up in the back seat. We can go out that 
way."

"Jeeze, Fox, don't scare me like that."

Mulder kissed him gently before taking out the 
blanket. Soon Krycek was on the floor of the back 
seat covered up by the blanket.

"We'll be home soon, Alex, then I can give you a 
proper welcome."

Only a loud groan was his response before he started 
up the car and pulled out.

Underneath the blanket Krycek grabbed his left hand 
with his right. //Don't think you know about this,// 
he thought as he twisted the left wrist. After the 
prosthetic was unscrewed he reached behind him to 
pull off the handcuff key sewn into the back of his 
leather jacket. Krycek chuckled at the surprise he 
had for Mulder.

This was going to be an interesting night.
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Cancerman watched the video tape provided by his spy 
in the FBI. He watched as Mulder slammed Krycek up 
against the wall. The two talked before Mulder 
handcuffed him.

As the image of Mulder forcing Krycek to the ground 
played, Cancerman withdrew a cigarette. The flame 
danced over the end while on the TV the sliver of 
Mulder's hand could be seen thumbing back the hammer 
next to the shadow of Krycek's head.

Long puffs of smoke curled up to the ceiling.

On screen Mulder slammed Krycek into the car, cutting 
his head. Blood spilled over the features. It wasn't 
the best angle to see what was going on but it was 
obvious what had happened.

Cancerman winced when he saw Mulder drive home. He 
forced himself to watch as Mulder raped Krycek.

The head that had been pulled back by the hand in 
it's hair twisted in pain. Silent screams rang out. 
After Mulder spent himself and pulled out, Krycek lay 
limp. 

When the image of Mulder popped the trunk for a brief 
instant Cancerman thought that Krycek was going in. 

Cancerman knew that Krycek had a deep seated fear of 
dark, enclosed places. He had seen Krycek's body 
after they pulled him out of the silo when the ship 
had finally left. He had only to close his eyes to 
see the memory of that vacant stare, bloody 
fingernails that had tried to claw out. To this day 
the anguished screams that had floated down the hall 
way as he watched Krycek attack the door haunted an 
occasional dream.

Relief welled over him when he saw Mulder just 
manhandle Krycek into the back seat and cover him up 
with a blanket. The tape ran on showing only the 
empty lot.

Cancerman picked up a phone and dialed a number. When 
it was answered he said, "Mulder has outlived his 
usefulness. Kill him."

"Sir, are you sure?"

"Kill him," Cancerman said as he ground out his 
cigarette. "I will contact you soon with the details. 
I have to talk to someone first."

Cancerman hung up before a reply could be given. 
//Mulder, you will die for this.// He pulled out 
another cigarette from his pack as he started to plan 
out details. //I have already lost Jeffrey, I will 
not lose Alex to you too.//

The screen flickered on with its view of the parking 
lot. A yellow flame illuminated the dark room briefly 
before it wavered out. The red tip rose before old, 
chapped lips. Through a stream of smoke the soft 
words of, "Mulder, you will die," could be heard.
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Krycek entered the smoky lounge. Inside the Cancerman 
sat back with a small lock box on the table next to 
him.

"You called, Master." Krycek said with obvious 
disdain in his voice.

"There is no need for that, Alex."

"Yes there is. You seem to think I'm at your beck and 
call. I might as well give formality to the 
situation."

"Sit down."

"I'd rather not."

Cancerman nodded his head in agreement. The ever 
present cigarette was lifted to his lips. He took a 
long inhale before he said anything.

"You're probably wondering why I called you here, 
Alex. I want you to kill someone."

Krycek harumphed, "You seem to be forgetting a few 
things. I'm not one of your lackeys anymore."

Cancerman adjusted himself in the chair before taking 
another long drag.

"The time has come to eliminate our combined enemies. 
While recent events have set the plan back, the date 
has been set and will proceed despite our losses. The 
new world is coming."

"Get to the point, old man."

"My, my. You still need to work on your patience, 
Alex." 

Krycek glared at him from across the room.

"I will be ruling that new world and I have chosen 
you to be at my side." Cancerman ground out his 
cigarette then picked up the lock box. From inside he 
pulled out a gun. "I want you to kill someone, with 
this gun."

"That isn't..." Krycek backed up a few steps.

"The very same. I thought it would be fitting. The 
gun that killed Bill Mulder be used to kill his son."

"You want me to kill Fox Mulder?"

Cancerman could see the fear in Krycek's eyes. 
Letting him kill the agent would be a sweet pleasure 
indeed. "Yes," Cancerman verified for the young man.

Krycek instantly turned angry, stalking towards him, 
towering over him. "Why now? All those times before 
you said it would make him a martyr. You had your 
chance to kill him, you had your chance to destroy 
him and you did not. Why now, after everything that 
has happened?"

"And why not now, Alex, especially after everything 
he has done. His usefulness is at an end. I am giving 
you the chance of a lifetime, Alex. The chance to 
kill Fox Mulder."

"Why?" Krycek backed up, fury still written on his 
features.

"Because you deserve to kill him. After everything he 
has done to you, all your pain and suffering. He 
destroyed your life, Alex, its the least I can do for 
you." He said, his voice a soft, raspy, and tempting.

"Mulder did not destroy my life." Krycek said coldly. 
He stared at the Cancerman remembering the 
disinterested man who ordered him into Mulder's life, 
the man who left evidence behind for Mulder to find, 
the man who was truly responsible for his sorry life.

"Didn't he? Following that quest of his, trying to 
find the truth when there is none. Mulder didn't even 
notice you when you were infected by the oil. He was 
there at the silo but didn't come to your rescue, 
instead he left you there, alone, injured, going mad, 
until my men came to retrieve you. He took you to 
Tungenuska in time for your impromptu surgery. Every 
time he sees you he hurts you. It is your right, your 
duty to eliminate him. Cut that pain out of your 
life, Alex. Think about it. The chance to never see 
his gloating face over you, or his hands on you. 
Mulder is yours to kill." His voice a seductive drawl 
as Cancerman held out the gun for Krycek to take.

Krycek slapped his hand away, the gun spinning around 
to land on the floor a few feet away.

"No, you cancerous bastered. The time to kill Mulder 
is long past. You had your chance. Now he is here to 
stay."

Without a backwards glance he stalked out of the 
room.

Cancerman listened to the young man stalk down the 
hall before getting up to retrieve the gun. In 
another room three men waited.

"Kill Agent Mulder. Make it look like a robbery. Use 
this gun. Agents under my control will eliminate the 
evidence."

"When do you want us to do it?"

"It is imperative that he be eliminated as soon as 
possible."
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"So you see, Scully, it's all a matter of culture 
verses social development, though the two interact on 
some levels they are at war for the most part." 
Mulder droned on as he drove Scully home after a hard 
days work.

"I'm still not convinced. It's a good theory. Going 
to write it up for Omni?"

"Maybe. I'm still working..." Mulder trailed off..

Scully looked over at him. His face had gone pale and 
he was shaking his head around like something pained 
him but he wasn't sure what.

"What's wrong, Mulder? Are you OK?"

"Alex," he whispered softly before screaming the name 
aloud. Without another word he jammed on the gas.

In breathless minutes and no answers later, Mulder 
pulled up to his building to park crookedly in a fire 
hydrant zone. 

Scully could see his frantic movements as the man 
lept out of the car, running into the building. She 
wasn't sure what was going on but followed Mulder in.

Inside he was repeatedly jamming the elevator button. 
When Scully caught up to him she was compelled to ask 
yet again, "What's going on, Mulder."

"Something's happened to Alex. He's hurt. I have to 
help him." Impatience finally overwhelmed him and he 
lept up the stairs.

"Wait, Mulder, you'll need my help." Scully didn't 
truly understand the connection between the two men 
but she would do anything in her power to help 
Mulder, which now ment Krycek as well.

Long legs lept up the stairs, taking them two at a 
time. Scully ran as fast as she could, following 
Mulder. On the fourth floor, down the hall way she 
could see a group congregated around an open doorway. 
Her heart sank as she watched one of the neighbors 
hold Mulder back.

"We heard gunfire. I came running and these men were 
fighting. One kept on shooting as the others came 
after him." The woman babbled on as Mulder pushed 
past her. Scully was a few steps behind him. 

One body lay outstretched from the door way. Mulder 
stepped over it then sunk to his knees. 

Over his head Scully could see what had happened. The 
body of Alex Krycek was nailed to the wall. Some type 
of pipe protruded from his upper right chest. It was 
the only thing holding up the limp body from falling.

Blood dripped from fingertips to pool on the floor. 
Bullet wounds could be seen spattering his chest and 
stomach. The whole area a shiny, crimson red. 

Across from him was another man, thrown right into 
the dinning table, snapping it in two. Wide eyes 
watched the room silently.

"Alex, oh god, Alex." Mulder whispered.

At the sound of his lovers voice Krycek's head rolled 
back from its limp position on his chest. Scully 
could see agonized jade green eyes focus on them. 
When Krycek coughed, a burble of blood erupted from 
his mouth. Weakly feet slid on the floor, trying to 
find a firm footing to stand up.

Distantly Mulder heard somebody scream about him 
still being alive or something but he didn't care, he 
only had eyes for his suffering young lover. 

Mulder was up in a second, grabbing the younger man 
around his waist. "Scully," he yelled, "help me."

Instantly she was at Mulder's side also trying to 
lift the younger man up. His head lolled to the side 
to stare at Mulder and whimper in pain.

"You're going to be all right, baby, Scully and I are 
here. We're going to help you. God, Alex, don't die 
on me. Please baby. Scully, help me get him down."

"You got him, Mulder?" herself near panic.

"Yes. Alex, I'm here now. You're safe, you're going 
to be ok."

Scully grabbed onto the pipe and pulled. Krycek 
coughed again, sending a stream of blood to stain 
Mulder's coat.

"Scully, pull harder. We have to help him." Mulder's 
voice was frantic.

"I'm trying. Hold on Krycek, this is going to hurt a 
bit." She yanked really hard, succeeding in getting 
the pipe out of the wall. Krycek slid off it, limply 
laying in Mulder's arms. Slowly he put Krycek on the 
floor.

Mulder cradled the younger man's head as he held him. 
Scully took off her jacket and applied pressure to 
the various wounds.

"Fox," Krycek said weakly.

"Shh, don't try to talk, baby."

"No," Krycek's pain filled eyes stared deeply at 
Mulder as he continued. "They... kill you. Not me. 
Never let them..." Breath stopped momentarily, his 
head lolling around.

Mulder shook him, screaming, "No, don't die on me, 
Alex. I love you, don't leave me."

Krycek took a brief breath before whispering, "Love 
you." 

His head turned to Scully. Her heart almost broke as 
she saw the flickering spark of life dying in his 
eyes. Weakly he raised his hand to touch her arm.

Bloody lips moved with no sound apparent. Mulder 
leaned down to listen. 

"I don't know what your saying, baby."

Scully leaned over to hear the near silent whisper. 
"It's Latin. A prayer, I think." She joined in, 
saying words nearly foreign to her.

Krycek's gaze went to the ceiling. The jade eyes were 
slowly covered by pale eyelids. Mulder squeezed 
Krycek closer to him. 

Words went silent on lips as Krycek looked at Mulder 
one last time. The body going even limper in his 
arms. 

"No no no no no. Please god, no." Mulder chanted as 
he hugged the body close to his.

Scully watched, easing off the pressure but 
continuing the prayer Krycek had started. It was the 
least she could do.
*                   *                     *

The body bag containing Alex Krycek was delivered to 
the hospital. In the cold recesses of the hospital he 
was laid out for a group of doctors.

"Prepair him for cyrogentic freezing," Cancerman said 
as he looked down on the silent face of his protégé. 

"I didn't go through all that trouble killing the guy 
just to have him turn into a popsickle," a beefy thug 
said. He sat on one of the examening tables nearby. 
He looked at his boss in disgust. He had lost two of 
his best co-workers to the stiff. He didn't like the 
situation one bit.

"You were there to kill Fox Mulder, not Alex Krycek."

"About time somebody killed the rat."

"Can I see your gun?" Cancerman asked. He looked at 
the gun for a second before flipping the safty. He 
raised it at the thug and shot him twice in the 
belly. The doctor attending to the injured man froze. 
Blood pooled out of the thug's belly onto the floor.

"Cryo freeze Krycek's body. It will be picked up for 
transportation in 1 day. I expect your full co-
operation." A long slow drag briefly interrupted the 
words. "Substitue this man's body for his. And 
remember only success is possible. Any failure will 
reap unpleasant consequences." With that he left the 
doctors to do their work.

An orderly came in to drag the thug's body off to be 
burned. 

The rest of the doctors rivited their concentration 
onto Krycek body. One of the doctors picked up a 
series of tubes, connecting it to the cadaver. Soon 
pumps were pushing blood through vains. Through the 
bullet and the puncture wounds blood oozed out.

"Umm, should I use the normal doses?"

"He just gave us permission to use any and all 
resources for the cadaver. Use up the bottles. It 
won't hurt if we over medicate, however if we don't 
use enough the body will decay beyond the point of 
usability."

The other doctor just nodded. He filled the syringes 
full from the vial on the tray in front of him. One 
by one he went the full row until he came to the last 
vial. He picked up the green vial and showed it to 
the other doctors attending to the body.

The lead doctor looked at the vial then down at the 
cadaver. Blood pooled on the table and more blood was 
being pumped through. The other doctors worked 
quickly to patch up the leaks.

"Use half a vial now. We'll use the other half after 
we get the major repairs done. We'll also go through 
the whole spectrum again."

"Sir, are you sure?"

"He said failure was not an option."
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