TITLE: CHICAGO STORIES II: KRYCEK INTERLUDE 2
AUTHOR: WPAdmirer@aol.com
ARCHIVE: Yes, but please write and tell me where.
CATEGORY: Slash Crossover (XF-ER) Skinner/John Carter, AU
(Alternate Universe - cause damnit, I like the beard)
SPOILERS: None
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Krycek gets an eyeful.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I got tired of waiting for some good John Carter
slash, and there's never enough Skinner fic to suit me. The full set of
stories
(thus far) can be found at the ER nfic site:
http://www.oocities.org/TelevisionCity/Studio/5437/wpadmirer.htm
my
own
site: http://chateauke.simplenet.com/chimerical/chicago/index.htm
DISCLAIMER: It's not the author's intention to infringe upon or
profit from the characters created and owned by Chris Carter, 1013
Productions or the Fox Network, nor Warner Brothers and NBC.
Skinner and Carter were borrowed temporarily and returned almost
immediately.
SPECIAL THANKS: To KiMeriKal and ewade for beta reading and
friendship.
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CHICAGO STORIES II: KRYCEK INTERLUDE II
by WPAdmirer
This day had been so fucked. Krycek ripped the wrapper off another
Powerbar
and chewed on it hungrily. The flight to Chicago had been delayed for
hours.
He hadn't gotten into the city until after eleven in the morning. By
then,
the jerkass known as Edson had disappeared for the day. Krycek spent
the day
staking out the bunghole's apartment and all it had gained him was a
sore ass
and a growling stomach.
He'd barely made it to Carter's place before Skinner got there. He'd
had to
scare the shit out of a little old lady to get this parking space. Of
course
when Skinner had pulled up there was a spot magically open right in
front of
the house. That pissed Krycek off even more.
Krycek had been able to come up with a number of addresses for old man
Carter, but realized that he had no idea where the meeting was to take
place.
Home? Office? Club? Those old farts always had a fucking club
somewhere.
Thus he'd found himself sitting and waiting some more. This was worse
than
having to watch fucking Mulder. At least Mulder watched porno, which
meant
that Krycek could at the very least have a good jerk-off session while
he
waited.
With Skinner all he'd gotten was the stomach-churning sight of him and
his
boy-toy locking lips at the front door. Sheesh, you'd think they'd
have the
decency to wait until they were inside. They'd gone at each other like starving men facing a steak dinner. Christ. He would never have
figured old
Walt for a rump ranger.
Krycek chuckled, remembering how he'd fucked with Mulder's head. Not
that it
took a lot. Little kiss on the cheek. Calling him friend. That was
Krycek's
idea of fun. Mulder had looked confused, and a little deflated.
But this, this business with Skinner was just fucking weird.
Not too long after Skinner entered the house, a little red haired woman
had
gone in. With any luck at all she'd walked in to find the two doing it
doggie style on the living room floor. Now that would be worth seeing.
Her
face, Skinner's face. Oh, God what he would give to see Skinner's
face!
About twenty minutes later Skinner and his fuck-boy came out of the
house and
got into Skinner's car. It was time to get on the road. Although
Krycek was
careful, he realized that Skinner was oblivious to the fact that he was
being
followed. The business with Grandpa Carter must have had him really
rattled.
Ah, life's little amusements! Big tough Marine Skinner was nervous
about
meeting his boyfriend's family.
Traffic was light and in short order they were in a neighborhood of
huge
houses on huge lawns. When Skinner turned into one long drive, Krycek
passed
on by and parked a short distance away on a little side drive. It was
probably the way the hired help came in.
Krycek made his way to the house. The place had no security at all.
Who the
hell were these people? Obviously they had money out the wazoo, so
didn't it
ever occur to them to protect themselves from people like him?
He slipped around the house and finally found them in a ground floor
room
that looked like a set out of a movie. Books, leather chairs, soft
lighting.
The old man had a head full of grey hair and a face like a snappish
terrier,
sharp, long nosed and utterly pissed off.
Carter looked both angry and terrified. Strange mix. Skinner's face
was
stone. Yeah, the old A.D. was firmly in place. It would be
interesting to
see how this fell out. He'd lay money on Skinner, though. That was
one
tough bastard.
Krycek leaned against the wall next to the window and watched.
The End.