Pregnant Mulder 7
Title: Pregnant Mulder (7/?)
Author: Bertie
Date: 5/17/01
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: M/Sk
Category: Soap opera - definitely
Rating: R
Status: WIP
Archive: yes
Feedback: bertie45@altavista.com
Series/Sequel: Pregnant Mulder
Notes: I love my beta, the Goddess, she can do no wrong!!
Chapter 7 Pregnant Mulder
Walter shrugged. If Alex wanted to abort the fetus, that was fine with him. He
could definitely do without another man impregnated by him, especially a man
like Alex Krycek.
"I'm going to take a shower," he told Alex, then left him sitting at the
dining room table still sifting through the papers.
Alex bit into a couple of stale, cold fries still on the table from last night
and read more, seeing a correlation between Mulder's pregnancy and Scully's.
The only problem was that Skinner did not fuck Scully. He shook his head, and
thought 'well at least as far as I know...' He smiled at that. 'Walter seems to
get around, doesn't he?'
He would have to find out about Skinner's activities just before Mulder was
abducted. Maybe he and Scully...Alex frowned a moment, not liking the idea of
Scully and Walter getting together. He pushed the thought away, realizing
immediately the full potential of the information he was gathering, both real
and in his mind. Scully's baby might not be Mulder's child after all. He
grinned at that thought and continued to read more about those lovely machines
in Skinner's blood.
*******
Mulder woke and noticed that Walter still had not come in. He sighed. 'He
better answer the phone!' he thought as he reached over and pulled the phone to
him, not wanting to move if not necessary. The baby seemed to be quite restless
lately, tiring its host quickly.
A very familiar husky voice answered in an unusually silly tone, "Nanobytes R
Us."
"Krycek, where is Walter?! I thought everything was going well? Why hasn't he
come home? Or even called?"
"Hey babe, relax. Everything is fine, even that man of yours."
"Krycek, what have you done to my.to Walter?!"
"Hey, I am not staking a claim on him. He's all yours if you want him, Foxy."
"Where IS he?"
"Watch the voice, babe, you're upsetting dogs all over the neighborhood. He's
in the shower."
Mulder let out a major sigh of relief, then turned his attention back to the
phone.
"Are you trying to make." he stopped himself from finishing that thought,
unsure if Walter had told Alex everything yet.
"Walt finally told me everything, babe. He didn't know, though, that he is the
reason you are pregnant, and not the alien's use of you as a host for a new
hybrid."
"How is he the reason?"
"Well, seems the nanobytes in the Skinman have given him the means of
impregnating anything and everything, from goats to Foxes.Which makes me wonder
if he's been screwing livestock lately. Did he ever mention fucking a goat to
you?"
"Krycek, shut up!!"
"Now, now, sweetie, I am just letting you know what I know."
Mulder snorted, "Like I would believe you!"
"You don't have to believe me, not if you'd been reading the stuff I've been
reading for the past 15 minutes."
Mulder sighed, "OK, Alex, I believe you." He never knew what to expect with
Krycek, or how he felt about him. The man was mercurial, going from killer to
smart-ass to earnest Boy Scout with a suddenness that was down right scary some
days. At this point, however, Mulder knew he had no choice but to believe Alex,
at least until he had a chance to talk to Walter.
"Knew you had it in you."
"Has he finished his shower yet?" Mulder asked, trying his best to keep his
tone calm and reasonable, even though calm and reasonable were hardly what he
felt-more like worried and unreasonable, with a side of pre-labor bitchiness
thrown in for good measure.
"Just a sec." Mulder heard Alex put the phone down somewhere, probably on the
table, and then he heard the sound of what he swore were Alex's bare feet
slapping on linoleum.
The Mulder household
Alex walked towards the bathroom and was about to open the door, when Skinner
pulled open the door from his side and stood before him wearing only a towel.
Alex whistled. "Looking good, Skinman."
"Don't call me Skinman, Alex!"
Alex snorted. "Your pregnant boyfriend is on the phone and wants to speak to
you. For some reason he doesn't quite trust me-who knew?"
Walter chuckled. "Hmm.I wonder why, Alex. Um, you didn't let him know."
"Give me some credit, Walt. I have no interest in breaking you two up. at
least not now." He grinned evilly, giving Walter a saucy little wink.
Walter shook his head then walked over to the phone sitting on the table. He
picked it up and his tone was soft when he said, "Hi, Fox. I miss you."
"Walter, I miss you too! You should have come home! What happened?"
Walter sighed, he didn't want to lie to Mulder, but he knew of no way around it.
"Oh, Alex just kept me locked to your mother's iron cabinet all night and."
Alex pulled the phone out of Walter's hand and growled, "I did no such thing,
Mulder, I swear."
"Alex!" barked Walter. "Give me that phone back!"
"We stayed up later than we meant to last night and just decided to stay
here," Krycek told Mulder smoothly, trying to ignore the scowl on Walter's
face, but getting turned on by it anyway.
"Sure, fine, whatever. Now will you please give the phone back to Walter?"
"Anything for you, babe," Alex purred, and then passed the phone back to Walter.
Walter glared at Alex then dismissed him from thought completely, turning all
his attention to the man on the other end of the phone. "I'll be home soon,
Fox. Are you feeling OK?"
"I will be much better when you're home, lover," Mulder's voice was suddenly
low and breathy. The seductive tone was working though, he thought as he felt
his cock stirring under the short towel.
"It won't be long, Mulder, I promise."
"Ok, see you soon."
"Soon, lover."
Alex was rolling his eyes and looking practically nauseous when Walter hung up
the phone.
"Could that be any more sappily sweet? The only good thing about it was this."
Alex abruptly reached over and caressed Walter's semi hard cock.
"Oh, so you wanna ensure that you really are pregnant before you have Scully
check you out?"
Alex laughed. "Oh, that's right, Walter, I forgot. You only do it missionary
style. You know, there are other ways to skin a cat, big man."
"So, you are going to teach me?" Walter breathed, moving closer to Alex.
"Oh yeah," replied Alex, beginning to kiss Walter passionately, his hand still
working diligently under the towel.
****
Mulder rose from the bed, starving as if he hadn't eaten in days. He waddled
down the stairs as slowly as he could, only the gnawing hunger keeping him from
simply returning to bed. He finally made it to the kitchen, luckily not losing
his balance, his will or control of his bladder.
Once there, he grabbed at whatever was handy to eat that didn't involve
anything more complicated than manipulating the refrigerator door or a jar lid.
Cereal, milk, some cheese, pickles and what he thought was old tuna fish.
The phone rang just as he was finishing off a huge tuna and pickle sandwich
and he rose slowly, not about to rush to get the phone and chance losing
everything he'd just eaten by moving too quickly.
"Yeah," he breathed into the phone.
"Mulder, how are you doing? Did Walter ever find the information he wanted at
your mother's house?" Scully's usually calm and lovely voice spluttered over
the phone, sounding a little worried, and with an edge to it that Mulder
recognized from the many times he had left her out of the information loop.
"He hasn't come home yet. But I spoke to him earlier."
Scully didn't miss the concern in his tone, even though she knew he was trying
to hide it. "Oh, would you like me to come over?"
Mulder shrugged. "Sure. It's not as if there is a lot for me to do right now.
Even if I could do it."
Scully smiled to herself, recognizing Mulder in his self-pity mode.
"Great, Jenny and I will be over shortly."
"Great. See you then."
They hung up and Mulder waddled back to the kitchen, suddenly craving a banana
sandwich, when the baby began an impromptu rendition of Riverdance all over his
bladder.
"Fuck, can't I even eat without needing to take a leak?" he groaned at his
stomach.
**~~~**
Mulder waddled out of the bathroom just in time to hear the door opening.
"Walter? Is that you?"
"Its me, Mulder," Scully's voice called out.
Mulder sighed and proceeded to the living room as fast as he could.
"I don't know what's keeping them!"Mulder sounded more worried than angry.
Scully walked over to Mulder and put her hand up to his forehead, an almost
automatic response anytime they were together lately. Mukder thought that he
should be offended, but couldn't find the energy to do so.
"Can I sit first, Ms. Doctor?"
She just nodded and allowed Mulder to sit slowly down on the lounge chair.
Mulder did a double take around the room, noticing that they were short one
small person.
"Where's Jennie?"
"My mother came by at the last minute and she is babysitting for me. I thought
it best, in case anything happened."
"How is your mom, Scully?"
"She is doing fine, Mulder."
Mulder just nodded, then tactlessly changed the subject as Scully continued
checking his vitals. "So when are you and Mr. Krycek getting hitched?"
"What?? Where did you come up with that one?"
"Hey, I am not the one who let him stay over, playing with my child, and who
knows what else."
"OK, and that automatically means we are engaged?"
"You should think about marriage, Scully, you aren't getting any younger."
Scully laughed out loud. "Now you sound like my mother!! Besides, what about
you and Walter? You could always go to Vermont for the ceremony," she dodged
his question quickly, maybe a little too quickly, but opted to think about the
rat boy at a later date-much later preferably.
"I wonder how long that will last now there is a Republican president."
"Where is Walter, anyway?" Scully asked, hoping to distract Mulder from any
further thoughts he might be having about her and Alex.
"Hopefully on his way home."
"With Krycek?"
"Ooh, longing to see your fiancé, Scully?" Apparently Mulder had no urge to be
distracted, wanting to beat the dead horse some more.
"Get over it, Mulder." She warned him in her best 'I'm the rational one here,
partner, and you're whistling in the wind again' voice.
Mulder sighed and said, "Yes, Krycek probably is coming with him. They have
become very chummy lately, which I do not understand at all." He frowned and
Scully realized that he was less jealous than worried.
"Krycek seems to have changed a lot lately, Mulder," she replied, trying to
soothe his concerns.
Mulder snorted. "Oh, that's right. You are engaged." Lapsing into his favorite
cynical defense mechanism.
Scully threw up her hands in exasperation. "Are you hungry?" She changed the
subject in a tone that even Mulder could not miss.
"You going to cook me something?" Eager for any food that was actually
prepared on put on a plate.
"Yes, I better, that way it will keep your mouth busy." She smiled sweetly, in
the way Mulder usually thought of as Scully's 'prove-I'm-being-a-bitch' way.
"Very funny.how about some -" He stopped when he felt a weird twinge in his
gut and a pressure like he had to pee again, but multiplied one hundred fold.
"Mulder??" She dropped down beside the chair and checked his pulse and his
forehead again.
"Can a man have contractions??" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Well, in your case, I would have to assume so, yes."
"Oh god!! I am definitely feeling something."
"Is it like constipation?"
"Not even close!"
"I think it is a contraction, Mulder. But it is way too early for you to be
having them." She sighed then said, "You will have to lie on a hospital bed.
Let me call Frohike."
"Do you want to get the gunmen involved, Dana?"
"Just for the bed, Mulder. They do not have to know about your pregnancy."
"What are you going to tell him, that I am to fat to make it up the stairs to
my own bed?" Mulder groaned as another pain tore into his stomach.. "OK, call
him."
**~~~**
They had ended up on the floor and sixty-nined each other. Krycek pulled
himself up off the floor and leered down at Skinner, who still lay prone on the
floor. "Debauched looks really good on you, Walter."
Walter groaned, not realizing he was mimicking his lover at the same time. He
pulled himself up and said, "I am getting way too old for this!"
Krycek snorted. "I would agree, but damn, you look good-for your age."
"Gee, thanks." Walter frowned and cast about for his glasses.
"Don't mention it."
Skinner sighed and said, "Let's get out of here. Let me get dressed. I will be
so glad to leave, you just don't know."
He winced to himself, remembering the last time Mulder and he were here.
Mulder had decided that he wanted Skinner to fuck him in every room in the
house. A sort of send off to all the stuff that had happened to him here.
'It was probably at some point during that time that I impregnated Mulder.'
Walter thought, 'perfect. Maybe there is something about this house and not the
nanobytes at all. Yeah right, wishful thinking on my part!'
He pulled on the same clothes he had worn the day before, finding them
scattered all over the living room. Then he went looking for Krycek, who had
left the room moments before. Hopefully to get dressed and out of here, Walter
suspected.
A metal glint caught his eye and he grabbed it just as Alex reentered the room
and lunged for the same item.
"Ha, I am the one who holds the controls now, boy!" And with that he heaved
the palm pilot hard against the wall and watched as it shattered, gleefully.
Krycek shook his head. "That was stupid, Skinner. You should have had it
tested by those weird friends of Mulder's. That thing might have come in
handy!!"
Skinner didn't care, and he smirked. "Well, now we'll never know. Anyway, no
way am I going to have one of those things within reach of you ever again!"
Krycek just nodded and grinned at Skinner enigmatically, as if to say he knew
where he could get another. Skinner did not like that prospect at all.
"Let's just get the hell out of here!" he growled, grabbing up the papers from
the table and making his way toward the door.
"Hey, are you certain you got everything from that cabinet, Skinner?"
Walter did a double take. "I think I did.wanna check?"
Alex sauntered over to the cabinet and pulled it open. "Seems empty."
"Good, I think Fox is going to be irritated with us as it is, with or without
this information."
Alex ran his hand up the inside of the cabinet and pulled something out. It
was an envelope that had been taped to the top inside of it.
"Hey, it says 'Fox Mulder' on it."
"Give that to me, Alex."
Alex glared at Walter. "Is your name Fox Mulder? I don't think so. I will
deliver it to him myself, or not at all."
Walter gave in quickly, just wanting to get home to his lover. "Fine, let's
go. The sooner you get checked out by Scully, the sooner you will be out of my
hair!"
"Or lack thereof," Alex finished smoothly with a grin.
Walter closed his eyes, devising a hundred ways to kill the annoying young man
as he counted to ten, then was able to just shrug his shoulders and walked out
of the Mulder house without another word. Alex followed behind him, with the
envelope tucked into his jeans back pocket.
to be continued...
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