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              Krycek's Deliverance by Nicole B
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  Winner of the Fluffy Trophy(R) 1998
       for the Best Non M&S Leading
  (Melody Morgan Carter, xduchess@freemail.it)
  
  
  From:  Nicole B <Nicci73813@aol.com> Subject: Krycek's De-
liverance, 1/? (NC - 17) by Nicole B Date: October 18, 1996
  Krycek's  Deliverance,  By  Nicole  B,  rated NC  - 17 for
explicit sex.  This  takes place  several  months  after the
events  of Piper  Maru and Apocrypha.  Contains third season
spoilers.  This has sexual content, so, NO MINORS read this,
please.
  DISCLAIMER: As we all know, the X Files and the characters
of Krycek,  Mulder,  Scully, and Cancerman, et al, belong to
Chris Carter and 1013  Productions,  and Fox. Used with love
but not permission. The character of Cara belongs to me.
  Part One of ?
  The tall dark haired man ducked behind the concrete pillar
in the parking garage  and peered around it  cautiously, his
heart pounding  from exertion and the  well-accustomed fear.
He couldn't  see them  or hear them,  but he knew  they were
there.  He had thought he was safe, that the smoking man be-
lieved him dead,  or at least contained, and that as long as
he was careful, as long as he kept moving, maybe he would be
allowed to live.
  However,  he had been  dodging the  relentless  gunmen who
were pursuing him for two days now, ever since he had retur-
ned to  the fleabag hotel where  he  was  staying  and found
three of  them waiting.  He had only just barely  managed to
kill one of  them in self  defense and make  his escape with
just  the clothes on  his back.  And now he was  trapped. He
looked around desperately, wondering if he had time to check
the parked  cars  for an  unlocked one he could  quickly hot
wire to make his escape.
  His attention was diverted by the sound of a car engine. A
blue Taurus approached slowly, and the man could see a woman
in the driver's seat. She was leaning over into the floorbo-
ard of  the car,  her long  dark  hair  obscuring  her face,
oblivious to her surroundings.  The man made his decision in
an instant, and flew from behind the pillar to jerk open the
unlocked  passenger door  of  the Taurus  and dive  into the
seat. The woman looked up from the papers lying scattered in
the floor, her expression more one of surprise than fear.
  "Drive!"  the man hissed at her.  She looked from his face
to the very large gun he had pointed at  her ribs,  and back
to his face.  The expression she saw there  persuaded her to
do as he said without question. She drove.
  "Speed up!" the man said, looking over his shoulder. "Come
on,  let's go!"  The woman stepped on  the gas  and  the car
leapt forward.  The Taurus  shot  out of the  garage and the
woman turned the wheel hard to the right. The tires squealed
loudly,  and the woman had to wrestle the wheel  to maintain
control.  Once they were speeding down the street, she spoke
for the first time.
  "What are you going to do with me?"
  The man took his eyes from the road behind them to look at
her.  "Nothing. I mean, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm....in
some trouble.  There are people after me, people who want to
hurt me,  for  something I didn't  do.  Well, maybe for some
things I did do.  I just,...  I need some place to  go for a
while. Do you live alone?"
  The abrupt question took  her by surprise,  and she looked
at him blankly for a moment. "Don't lie to me," the man said
softly, warningly.
  "Yes, I live alone."
  "Good. Then let's go to your place."
  *****************************************************************
  "This has been some day," Cara thought. "First I oversleep
because the stupid alarm doesn't go off,  I leap  out of bed
into a puddle of cat puke,  and run out of hot water  in the
shower.  And  now,  this!  Kidnapped by a grungy hunk with a
wild look in his eyes."  She stole a look at the man  in the
seat beside her.  He looked only about 30,  but his face was
lined with weariness and there were dark circles beneath his
sunken eyes. He looked thin and desperate. The gun was still
pointed in her direction, but he didn't seem inclined to use
it.  "Maybe,  if I'm careful,  I can get out of this alive."
Cara thought.  She cleared her throat  and asked  him  in as
normal a voice as she could muster, "What's your name?"
  The man looked at her sharply.  After a pause in  which he
seemed to be sizing her up, he said, "Alex."
  "Alex. My name is Cara."
  "Very nice to meet you, Cara. How the fuck much farther to
your place?"
  Cara winced. "We're almost there."
  "Good. I hope you didn't lie to me, Cara. If you have some
boyfriend  there at  home you think  is going to be  able to
come to your rescue, you will both be very surprised."
  "I'm not lying. There's no one there, except my cat."
  Alex snorted, and let his head fall back against the seat.
Cara  made  the turn into the driveway  of  her little frame
house  and cut the engine.  She  looked  at  Alex  and said,
"Well, here we are."
  Alex looked  up and  then quickly looked around  the quiet
neighborhood.  No one was in sight. "Okay, Cara. Here's what
we're going to do. We are going to walk up to your nice lit-
tle  house and go  inside.  Don't even think about screaming
for help.  I don't have a lot to lose by shooting you." Cara
nodded. She believed him.
  Once inside,  Alex looked around at his  surroundings, the
tiny living room decorated country style, with fresh flowers
and candles on the mantle.  "Very nice,  Cara," he said, and
she  could almost believe  the wistful quality she  heard in
his voice was for real. She thought that maybe once this man
was not at all the beaten  and forlorn creature  she  saw in
front of her now.  He slumped onto her overstuffed couch and
sighed deeply.  He seemed almost too weary to  keep  the gun
trained on her. "I need some things from you now, Cara."
  Cara found her voice with difficulty. "What, Alex?"
  "Where is your bathroom?"
  Cara pointed down the narrow hall at a door to their left.
Alex took a deep breath and stood, waving the gun in the di-
rection of the bathroom. "Well, lets go."
  Inside the bathroom,  Cara took a seat on  the toilet lid.
She crossed her legs  primly,  feeling ridiculous sitting on
the  toilet,  but  Alex  didn't  seem  to notice.  "I need a
shower,  Cara. Now, I don't want to have to tie you up, so I
think  if you  can just keep your  seat right  there and not
move, I won't have to. Okay?"
  "Yes."  Cara  said,  and Alex nodded.  He put the gun down
with easy reach and started to strip. Cara gasped and turned
away,  and heard Alex laugh softly.  "What's the matter, Ca-
rina? Never seen a man naked before?"
  "Not one I've only known half an hour,"  she retorted, and
he  laughed louder.  "Well,  what do you know,  a good girl.
It's okay, Carina, you don't have to look."
  Cara didn't  answer,  and kept her face  averted until she
heard the shower  curtain rattle  closed.  She looked up saw
his filthy clothes in a heap on  the floor,  a black leather
jacket and black jeans,  faded tee shirt  and scuffed boots,
briefs and socks.  All looked like they'd  seen better days.
She looked up and into the large mirror which reflected both
herself on the throne,  and the naked man in her shower. Her
shower  curtain was whimsically  decorated  with  large pink
flamingos,  but it was for the most part just clear plastic,
and she could see Alex easily.
  She heard him  groan when the  hot water hit him,  and she
watched as he lathered his hair with her Awapui shampoo. She
looked around for the gun, but it was no longer where he had
put it. Apparently, he had it in the shower with him.
  The small bathroom began to fill with steam,  and the fra-
grant smell of the  shampoo filled her  nostrils. She wanted
not to watch the kidnapper  in her shower,  but she couldn't
take her eyes off him.  Cara wasn't sure if was  fear of the
man that kept her on her  seat instead of trying  to escape,
or something else.  She was captivated by the very  sight of
him.
  She watched as  he  ran her French  milled  soap  over his
body.  He was very lean,  and she watched, hypnotized by the
sight of his long smooth muscles bunching and relaxing as he
moved around under the spray.  He  ran the soap  slowly over
his chest, in lazy concentric circles, working up a lush la-
ther.  He moved the bar down his flat stomach  and then into
the thick nest of wiry dark hair between his  legs. His head
went back, and Cara watched the water stream across his face
and down his body, washing away the bubbles. The water stop-
ped,  and Alex jerked  the curtain back.  Before she averted
her eyes,  flushing guiltily, Cara caught a good look at the
man who held her life in his hands.
  "Sneaking a peeky, Carina?" His voice was low and mocking,
and  suddenly  Cara's mouth  was so dry  she couldn't speak.
"Well, that's okay. You can look safely now."
  He  stood in  front of  her,  one of  her teal  green bath
towels wrapped around his waist.  His untidy shoulder length
hair  was still dripping,  and  she watched,  fascinated, as
beads of water ran down his smooth  chest to  his waist. Al-
though lean, he was well muscled, and his body looked almost
sculpted.  She thought  of Michelangelo's David and  wet her
lips with the  tip of her  tongue.  He was very flushed from
the hot water,  and Cara did not want to admit, even to her-
self,  what effect the sight of  him was having  on her. She
raised her eyes to stare into Alex's face. His eyes were the
color of grass, with a dark circle ringing each iris. He se-
emed  perfectly aware  her  discomfort,  and  smiled widely.
"Come on, Carina. Let's get moving. I need some clothes."
  In a dresser drawer Cara found a  pair of jeans and  a tee
shirt belonging to her brother.  He  attended the University
of North Dakota  in  Grand Forks,  and had left  the UND Fi-
ghting Sioux tee and jeans at her house on  his  last visit.
"Oh,  no,  not North Dakota," Alex muttered, and Cara looked
at him,  puzzled.  He said nothing else,  and she turned her
back when he dropped the towel. In just a moment, she felt a
light touch on  her shoulder,  and started.  "It's okay, Ca-
rina. I just wanted to tell you you can turn around now."
  She turned  and saw him standing  there  in  her brother's
clothes.  They definitely look better  on him  than on Mark,
she thought inanely,  and wondered what was wrong  with her.
This man had kidnapped her,  was holding her prisoner in her
own house,  and all she could think about was how absolutely
delicious  he  looked.  Alex still held the gun,  but it was
pointed at the floor now.  Cara decided to take advantage of
this and try to gain his trust.
  "You don't have  to  hold  that  gun on me,  Alex. I'm not
going to try anything.  I don't think I could outrun  you to
the  door or the phone,  so why  don't you just  put the gun
down,  and we'll go  into the  kitchen?  I could fix you so-
mething to eat, and we could talk."
  Alex looked up at  her when  she mentioned food,  as if he
only  just  realized  he  was hungry when she  mentioned it.
After a long moment,  he clicked the safety  on  the gun and
slipped it into the waistband of  the jeans.  "Don't make me
regret this,  Carina.  I don't want  to  hurt  you, I really
don't."   Cara  nodded   and  led  him   into  the  kitchen.
***********************************************************************
Alex took a seat at her small dining  table and  watched her
as she moved around the kitchen,  taking out  pots and pans.
She  looked  into  the refrigerator,  and frowned worriedly.
"What do you want,  Alex? I was on my way to the supermarket
when you....., when we met."
  Alex laughed softly. "Whatever you have is fine."
  Cara nodded and took eggs and butter from her  fridge. Ten
minutes later,  she put a plate in front of Alex with a four
egg ham and cheese omelet and toast on  it.  "Don't you want
anything?" Alex asked.
  "Uh, I'm not hungry right now. Maybe later."
  Alex nodded  and tucked  into the food.  Cara watched him,
amazed.  He ate like a starved animal.  When he finished and
pushed the plate away,  she asked him softly,  "How long has
it been since you ate, Alex?"
  Alex looked at her appraisingly. "I don't remember. Couple
days, maybe."
  Cara shook her head.  "Do you want to tell me  who you are
running from, and what it is you did, or what they think you
did?"
  Cara listened in wonderment to the story that  poured out.
An obsessed FBI agent who believed Alex killed his father, a
mysterious man who smoked too much and wanted  Alex dead for
mistakes made during  the performance of  deeds Alex refused
to go into detail about,  and possession by an alien?  As he
began to tell her about waking  up,  coming back to himself,
frightened and alone and trapped in unfamiliar surroundings,
Alex's hands tightened convulsively into fists  and he began
to tremble violently.  Without thinking, Cara reached across
the table and gently stroked  his arm,  trying to ignore how
the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingers made her heart
race.
  Alex laughed shakily.  "It's okay,  it's just that I still
can't believe it myself.  But I'm not crazy,  Carina. Despe-
rate and scared and very, very tired, but not crazy."
  "I don't think you're  crazy,  Alex.  I  believe you." And
strangely enough, she did.
  Alex drew  a deep breath and pushed  away  from the table.
"Yes,  well, right now I need some rest so I can think about
how I'm going to get out of this mess intact."  He stood and
motioned    her   toward    her    bedroom.    "Let's   go."
**********************************************************************
Alex stretched out on Cara's bed and sighed deeply. "God, it
feels good to lie down on a real bed."  He looked up at her,
still standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed.  "Come join
me, Carina. I have to have some sleep, and I think you'd ra-
ther spend  the next few  hours comfortable in  your own bed
instead of tied up in a chair, wouldn't you?"
  Before Cara could answer, her elderly obese cat decided to
choose now to come out of hiding. He jumped into the bed and
headbutted Alex  in  the face,  purring loudly. Cara gasped,
wondering what Alex would do. He just laughed, and scratched
the  old feline  behind  the ears before pushing  him gently
back onto the floor.  "Come on, Carina. What are you waiting
for?"
  Cara nodded and took a nightshirt out of a dresser drawer.
She started for the bathroom,  but  stopped  when  Alex said
softly,  "Cara."  She turned to see him shaking  his head at
her sadly.  He said quietly,  "I think I'd like it better if
you stayed where I can see you, okay?"
  Cara  wanted  to  argue,  but didn't dare. Hesitantly, she
began to unfasten the buttons  on her jacket.  She paused to
see what he would do, but unlike her he didn't turn his head
away when she  began to undress.  So she turned  her back to
him and dropped her skirt,  blouse and jacket to  the floor.
After a moments pause,  she also removed her bra and it joi-
ned her other clothes on the floor.  She pulled the Garfield
the cat nightshirt over her head,  and it fell down her body
to her midthigh. She turned back around to find Alex looking
at her with great amusement. "Very nice, Carina. A gift from
an ex-lover?"
  "My mother, actually."
  He nodded  and motioned  her over.  Hesitantly, she walked
over and gingerly climbed into the bed to lie beside him. He
instantly rolled onto his side and put his arm over her mid-
section. "I'm a very light sleeper, Carina. Don't try to get
up,  okay?"  Cara looked at the  gun now lying on  her night
table and nodded.  Alex closed his eyes and  almost immedia-
tely, he was asleep.
  Cara couldn't  go to sleep so  easily,  of course. She lay
beside this strange man and watched him breathe, watched his
eyes dart back and forth behind  closed lids.  Once or twice
he  whimpered and muttered  things  she couldn't  quite make
out.  As the hours wore on, Cara tried to think of a way out
of her  situation.  She thought about trying to get  up, but
when she cautiously moved just a bit,  testing him, he imme-
diately opened those incredible  eyes to look  at her inten-
tly.
  "Sleep,  Carina,"  he said,  and squeezed her waist before
falling back asleep.
  "Looks like  it's  going to  be  a very  long night," Cara
thought.  She wondered what would happen in the morning when
she didn't show  up for  work,  if anyone would come looking
for her.  In three years of working for Larry  Mitchell, the
District Attorney,  she  had missed  very few  work days and
never without calling in.  As  Larry's  executive assistant,
she knew he depended on her to be  there,  and she never let
him down.
  Cara  looked  over  at the man  sleeping restlessly beside
her.  As assistant to  the District  Attorney, an unofficial
part of her job was sometimes to  comfort and  support crime
victims or their family members who came to court to testify
against some scumbag who had hurt them or their  loved ones.
Cara had seen and heard a lot  in the last three  years, and
she knew all about the kinds of things human beings were ca-
pable of doing to one another.  She believed absolutely that
people who committed the kinds  of crimes such  as those the
man next to her had alluded to were beings who  deserved the
worst punishment  allowable.  This belief did not  jibe very
well with the feelings she was now having about Alex.
  Cara  sighed,  and rolled over  onto her  other side. Alex
woke momentarily, then when he was sure she wasn't trying to
escape,  curled himself against her and went  back to sleep.
He was so warm,  and felt so  good,  the feelings Cara expe-
rienced at his touch filled her with self  loathing. The man
was a criminal on the run!  She had never  felt so confused.
Cara was sure she would never be able to sleep, but finally,
somewhere       along       3       a.m.,      she      did.
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Something was wrong.  Cara woke with a start. She opened her
eyes and found herself gazing into those eyes, the greenest,
most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.  For a moment she was
confused, then everything came back.
  "Good morning, Carina. How did you sleep?"
  "Fine, I guess."
  For a long moment, they lay on their sides looking at each
other,  neither one saying  a word or moving.  Then, slowly,
Alex leaned over and kissed  her.  A soft, chaste kiss, with
closed lips. He drew back and looked at her, waiting.
  Cara's heart pounded, and conflicting emotions tore throu-
gh her. Suddenly she realized she no longer cared where this
man had come from,  or what he had done, she wanted him more
than anything  in  the world.  She reached over  and stroked
Alex's cheek  with the backs  of her fingers.  He closed his
eyes, and leaned into her hand.
  Gently,  he reached beneath her nightshirt  and cupped her
breast in  his hand.  His touch burned her,  and she gasped.
Cara put her hands around Alex's  neck and  pressed her body
tightly to his. She could feel his erection against her sto-
mach through the rough denim of  his jeans.  She reached un-
derneath his shirt to caress his smooth warm  skin. Her fin-
gers brushed his nipples,  and she  felt  them  tighten into
little buds.  He ran his tongue  over  her neck  and  up her
chin.  She turned her head  and shuddered as  his hot tongue
ran into her ear.
  Alex stroked Cara's long dark  hair,  then buried his face
in it and inhaled deeply.  He brushed his  lips  against her
cheek, then kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth to
dance over  her teeth and duel  with  her  own  tongue. Alex
stroked Cara's body with hands that were firm  yet still the
gentlest  she had ever  felt.  He caressed her breasts, then
slid one hand into her panties to feel the heat  there. Cara
cried out as  he  slowly teased her sensitive  little button
with his thumb.  She tried to reach into his jeans  to touch
him, but he drew back, frustrating her.
  He quickly skinned out of his jeans and shirt, then embra-
ced her again.  His face and chest were flushed and  the pu-
pils of those  incredible eyes were  enormous. Still without
speaking,  he grasped her shirt and began to draw it up. She
sat up to allow him to remove it,  then shucked her panties.
They lay together,  warm and naked  flesh  pressed together.
Cara  reached up  and ran her hands through  his  silky dark
hair,  then gently wound the long strands around her fingers
and pulled his head down to hers to kiss him deeply.
  Alex broke the kiss,  and slowly moved his hot  mouth down
her body,  nipping  at her throat,  kissing her collarbones,
before slowly drawing her nipple into his mouth and suckling
at it.  Cara moaned,  feeling as if she would explode  if he
didn't take her soon.
  As if by a signal, Alex let Cara's nipple slide out of his
mouth and gently rolled atop her. He pressed his body again-
st hers,  and began rubbing himself against her as he kissed
her face tenderly.  He reached down between their  bodies to
guide his  penis into her  opening.  She parted her legs and
cradled his body between  them,  gasping as he slowly pushed
his  way into  her.  "God,  you feel so good," he whispered,
speaking for the first time  since they  began  making love.
"It's  been  so long...."  Cara lifted her legs  and wrapped
them around his back and held him against her,  their bodies
locked together, not moving.
  Alex rested his weight on his forearms,  his hands cupping
her head,  his long graceful fingers wound in her  long dark
hair,  staring deeply  into  her eyes.  She returned his hot
gaze,  then squeezed  her eyes  closed  as he began  to move
within her, slowly at first, then at an increased tempo that
left them both gasping and clutching at each  other's sweaty
bodies.  Cara strained against Alex's relentless pounding of
her body, feeling the tension inside her increase until sud-
denly,  her sweet release began.  Alex muffled  her cries of
pleasure,  covering her mouth with his, kissing her until he
began to gasp and with a loud cry, spent himself inside her.
  For a long moment they  lay together,  and the only sounds
Cara could hear  were the  pounding of Alex's  heart and the
rush of blood through her head.  Slowly,  Alex withdrew from
her body and rolled over onto his back to lie beside her. He
took her  hand and squeezed it  gently,  and neither of them
said anything for a long time,  until finally Cara said sof-
tly, "Now what?"
  Alex rolled over to face her,  and Cara could see  his lo-
vely eyes were troubled.  "Let's sleep for a  while, Carina.
We'll talk later,  okay?" Cara nodded, and they lay together
in silence.  She did not believe she would be  able to sleep
at        all,        but        soon,        she       did.
***********************************************************************
As soon as Cara woke,  she knew something was different. She
sat up  and realized  she was covered  with  a  blanket that
hadn't been there before. And there was something else. Alex
was gone.
  In  the kitchen,  held  to the refrigerator with  a magnet
shaped like a pink pig, Cara found a note.
  "Little Carina,  I thought I would  never again experience
the kinds of feelings you created  in me.  You helped me re-
member that there is still good in  the world,  and not eve-
ryone is out only for their own interests. Be well."
  Cara clutched the note to her face and  inhaled. She thou-
ght  she could still smell Alex  on  the paper.  `I'll never
forget,' she thought. `Alex, be safe.'
  Two months later........
  The phone was ringing when Cara stumbled through the door,
loaded with groceries.  She tripped over the cat as he stre-
aked across the floor,  headed  for the open  front door and
freedom.  Cara kicked the  door shut behind  her and dropped
the bag with  her eggs in the middle  of  the floor. "Shit!"
she cried angrily,  and snatched up the phone.  "Hello!" she
snapped.
  "Hello, Carina," said the soft familiar voice on the other
end. "Did I call at a bad time?"
  To be continued....................End of Part One
  From:  Nicole B. <nicci73813@aol.com Subject: Krycek's De-
liverance, 2/? (NC-17) by Nicole B
  Krycek's  Deliverance,  by Nicole B,  rated NC-17 for sex,
language, and violent content. This takes place several mon-
ths after the events of  Piper Maru  and Apocrypha. Contains
third season spoilers.  This has sexual content,  so, NO MI-
NORS read this please.
  See part one for disclaimer
  Part 2 of ?
  "Alex!" Cara set the grocery bags down and sat down abrup-
tly.  She didn't trust her legs  to hold her up.  "Where are
you?"
  "I'm close,  Carina.  I know how you must feel, but I need
to see you. Please, can I come over?"
  Cara hesitated.  In the  two months since  Alex first came
into her life,  Cara had almost succeeded in convincing her-
self that her encounter with the strange, beautiful man with
the incredible stories about aliens and government conspira-
cies had only been some kind of dream.
  "Cara?"
  "Yes,  I'm here.  Alex,  I don't know...I want to see you,
but..."
  "I understand. I won't bother you any more, Carina. I just
want you to know,  what I said in my  note,....I meant every
word. There is no way I would have left you if I hadn't been
forced to,  by these circumstances. No one has ever,....I've
never felt about anyone the way I feel about  you." Cara si-
ghed.  "You really need your head examined, girl," she thou-
ght.
  "Okay, Alex, come over. How long....?"
  "I'll be there in half an hour. Thank you, Carina."
  The phone in Cara's hand went  dead,  and she stared at it
for a moment  before  returning it  to its  cradle. She went
into the kitchen to put her groceries away and tried  not to
think about what would happen when Alex got there.
  ******************************************************************
  When the doorbell rang Cara opened the door,  and there he
was.  Alex stood on her front porch,  looking so good Cara's
heart threatened to leap  out of  her chest and land  at his
feet like a hooked fish.
  He smiled at her and held out his arms.  Feeling  like she
was  sleepwalking,  Cara moved into  his arms.  He  held her
close and kissed the top of her head.
  "I wasn't sure if you'd be happy to see me or not, Carina.
I  half  expected  to  find  the cavalry waiting to  take me
away."
  Cara looked up at him in surprise.  It had not even occur-
red to her to call the police.
  "I  wouldn't  do  that,   Alex.   I  mean,  I  never  even
thought..."
  Alex squeezed her tightly.  "Carina, I'm sorry I left like
I did last time, believe me, it wasn't by choice. I would've
liked nothing better than  to curl up  next to you  and stay
forever."
  "Where have you been all this time, Alex?"
  Alex released  Cara  and walked  to the  window. He pulled
back the curtains and peered through the  blinds. "All over,
Carina."
  "Why on earth?"
  "I've been looking for someone,  someone who has something
that can get me out of this mess I'm in."
  "What is it?"
  Alex let the curtain fall  back into place,  and turned to
meet her eyes.
  "There are some things it would  be better for you  not to
know, Carina."
  Cara looked at him disbelievingly.  "Alex,  in case you've
forgotten,  we met the first  time when you kidnapped  me at
gunpoint and held me prisoner in my own house. I know, after
that  things.....changed between us.  But then I  wake up to
find you gone, with not a word for two months. Then you just
reappear, out of the blue! Don't you think you owe me *some*
explanations?"
  Alex  came  over  to  her and hugged  her tightly. "You're
right,  Carina, I owe you a lot more than just explanations.
But I don't want to put you in danger. There are people loo-
king for me who don't care who else they might have to hurt,
as long as they get to me."
  Cara looked at him,  frightened.  "Are you saying that I'm
already in danger?"  She thought of him standing at her win-
dow,  looking out at  her quiet street.  "You  think someone
followed you here?"
  "I don't think that,  Carina. I would never have come here
if I thought they had picked up my trail again. I don't want
to do anything to cause you any harm. It's just gotten to be
habit,  always looking over my shoulder.  But if you want me
to, I'll leave now."
  Cara reached over and stayed him with a light touch on the
arm. "Alex, just sit down and tell me what is going on."
  Alex sat down and sighed. "As I told you before, I used to
work for a man who now would like  nothing more  than to see
me  dead.  He's an  evil and  dangerous man,  but when I was
working  for him,  I thought,....I thought  the  work  I was
doing had a worthy  purpose.  He told me we were  working to
protect our country from a man whose ideas and  actions were
constantly  threatening to  bring attention to  truths which
were much  better left undiscovered.  He said  the actions I
took in the pursuance of this end were  justified, no matter
what laws of man or God had to be broken."
  Cara looked at Alex with quiet contemplation.  She had be-
lieved all along that there was  much more to  this man than
what he seemed on the surface,  and now she was sure  of it.
"And now this man you worked for wants you dead. Why?"
  Alex cradled  his head in his hands.  "There  was a woman,
someone  I was supposed  to help to....contain.  There was a
mistake,  and her sister was.....killed. By another agent of
this man.  But the smoking man blamed me,  and decided I was
expendable.  He also wanted to destroy a digital  tape I had
in my possession, a tape containing information that he very
much wanted to keep secret,  and tried to blow me up  with a
car bomb.  Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. After
that,  I had no choice but to go into hiding, to try to pro-
tect myself from him, and his hired killers."
  Cara sat quietly,  digesting what she had heard. "The last
time you were here,  when we talked about this, you said so-
mething about an FBI agent who thinks you killed his father.
Is this the man you were supposed  to impede in  his mission
to uncover these conspiracies you told me about?"
  "Mulder.  Yes,  but Mulder is operating under a  false as-
sumption. I didn't kill his father. He doesn't believe that,
however,  and I'm sure *he* probably wouldn't mind seeing me
dead, either."
  "What is it you're searching for, Alex?"
  "The tape I mentioned before.  The smoking man got it from
me before he disposed of me, like garbage." Alex's face flu-
shed crimson with anger.
  "But you said  before  he wanted the tape  destroyed. What
makes you think it still exists?"
  "I don't think the original still exists.  I'm sure it was
destroyed long ago.  But what the Cancerman  doesn't know is
that after he tried to flambe me,  I found someone, a compu-
ter expert,  Ingels,  who was able to decode the information
on the tape and make a  computer copy.  Ingels is the person
I've been looking for all this time.  He still has  the copy
of the tape,  and I have to get it  back from him.  It is my
only chance  to buy  my safety.  If I can expose what  is on
that tape, and reveal the secrets that venal animal wants to
keep hidden,  maybe I can stop running. After I escaped from
the Cancerman's little dump site, I went looking for Ingels,
but he had disappeared.  I finally tracked him down, and now
I'm going to get that tape back."
  Alex rubbed his eyes and sighed wearily. He looked at Cara
and smiled sheepishly.  "Carina, one day soon, when all this
is over,  I'm going to take you out for the best  dinner you
ever had,  steak, lobster, whatever you want. Until then, do
you think, uh, could I have something to eat?"
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  Cara watched  Alex eat.  He didn't seem as  starved as the
last time she fed him, but from the looks of his lean frame,
she thought he  could probably  stand to  eat a  little more
often  than  he did.  He put the last  bite of bread  in his
mouth and sighed contentedly. Cara couldn't hold back a
  smile.  Alex looked up at her and gave  her  that dazzling
smile that made her breathing grow quick.
  "I meant what I said,  Carina. Just as soon as all this is
over,  I will show you the best time you can  imagine. I owe
you so much."
  "Just stay healthy,  Alex.  You can pay me back by staying
alive and getting yourself out of this bind."
  Alex  reached across  the table and took  Cara's  hand. "I
never  met anyone  like you,  Carina.  You are so special, I
don't understand why you are repaying what I did to you with
such kindness."
  "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I understand myself."
Cara laughed nervously.  "I guess I see something worthwhile
in you, Alex."
  Alex gazed at her for a long moment without speaking, then
he moved from his seat across from her at  the table  to sit
alongside her.  He  reached for her long  heavy  hair, today
pulled back into a braid hanging down  her back,  and leaned
over  to  bury  his nose in it.  "Seeing you  is like coming
home, Cara."
  Cara turned into his arms.  She reached up to kiss him and
he met her lips with an ardor that left  her breathless. She
broke the kiss and stood,  and taking Alex by the  hand, led
him to her bedroom.
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  Cara couldn't believe how she was behaving. She still knew
nothing of Alex beyond what he had told  her,  and how could
she know how much of it was true?  Certainly, much of it was
incredible,  almost  beyond belief for any  rational person.
But when she looked at Alex,  all that faded to the point of
total unimportance.  He had an extraordinary effect  on her.
All her reason went out the window.
  Alex pulled Cara down to lay beside him on the bed. He re-
ached up and pulled out the band holding her hair,  and gen-
tly unwound the long braid.  The hair spilled around them in
a dark cloud.  "You are so beautiful,  Carina," he said sof-
tly,  and kissed her neck,  making her shiver with anticipa-
tion.  Slowly,  he unbuttoned her dress, and Cara slipped it
off her shoulders and tossed it aside.  Eagerly she began to
pull Alex's shirt free  of  his jeans.  Soon both were naked
and shivering a little, partly from the cool air, and partly
from excitement.
  Alex reached for Cara, but she gently pushed him back onto
the bed.  "No,  I want to......" Cara leaned over Alex's su-
pine form  and began kissing him,  first the  rough stubbled
cheek,  then  working her way over  to  linger  at his lips,
taking her time,  greedily ravaging the  soft flesh, sucking
at  his delicately  shaped  bottom  lip.  She  moved  to his
throat, kissing the steady pulse she found throbbing there.
  Cara worked her way down Alex's body to lick delicately at
his nipple.  He moaned and  again reached for Cara,  but she
shook her head.  She trailed her tongue down his side, stop-
ping to nibble  at his  ribs,  making him giggle. Slowly she
moved  down to twirl her tongue  into  and out of  his belly
button,  then ran it down his flat belly  to lick delicately
at the crown of  his penis.  Slowly she began  to stroke the
length  of  him,  and bent to the single  glistening drop of
pre-cum that appeared at the small slit  at  the tip, sprea-
ding it around with her lips  and tongue,  wetting the whole
of him.
  Alex moaned and ran his hands  into the heavy  mass of her
hair.  She  opened  her mouth  and  took  him  fully inside,
sucking gently at first,  then with more vigor,  sliding her
mouth all the way down  his shaft,  deep throating him, then
back up to suck ravenously at  the silky tip,  relishing the
sounds she heard coming from  this man she  was beginning to
believe had possessed her soul.
  Alex reached for Cara  and  pulled  her  up  to  face him.
"Enough, Carina," he gasped. "I want more than that...."
  Cara sat down on Alex, reaching down between them to guide
him into her.  Slowly she eased herself onto him, gasping as
he  slowly  filled  her.  She  sat  unmoving  for  a moment,
enjoying the feeling of being in  control.  She slowly began
to move atop Alex, sensuously moving her hips in slow, small
circles,  around  and around,  back and  forth,  the motions
making Alex groan  and grab at her slender hips.  He  sat up
suddenly,  and  Cara  wrapped her  legs  around  his middle,
locking him against her.
  They  rocked  together,  arms  wound  tightly  around each
other.  Cara ran her lips over Alex's face, kissing his clo-
sed eyelids, his rough cheeks, and finally locking her mouth
onto his,  kissing him deeply.  Alex  gripped  her  hips and
pounded himself into her.  She felt the tension building in-
side her, and peaked with a cry, clutching Alex convulsively
against  her.  Feeling her inner contractions  squeezing his
cock drove  Alex over the edge,  and he climaxed  inside her
with a cry that threatened to shatter the bedroom windows.
  Both now spent, Alex pulled Cara down to his side and kis-
sed her.  They lay side by side, fingers intertwined, Cara's
head resting on Alex's shoulder.  "Sweet Carina," he sighed.
"I have to find that tape and get out  of  this predicament.
Once  Cancerman is  out of the  picture,  then you and I can
have a future together."
  Cara squeezed Alex's hand. "What if they get to you before
you  find this Ingels  person,  Alex? What will happen then?
Why don't you just turn yourself in to the police? Maybe you
could work a deal,  give them Ingels and the tape,  and the-
reby Cancerman, in return for your freedom, or a least a re-
duced sentence."
  Alex laughted bitterly. "Cara, you have no idea how power-
ful these men are. If I turned myself in, I'd be dead inside
of a day. Believe me, I've seen it happen. My only chance is
to find  Ingels  before Cancerman  and his goons find  me. I
think  I've ditched  them for now,  but...." Alex hesitated.
"I think it is likely that they will catch up  with me again
soon,  though.  That's why I have to  leave here  as soon as
possible."
  Cara stared  at him in disbelief.  "Why did  you bother to
come  here,  Alex?  A free meal and a free  fuck?" She threw
back the covers and bounded out of the bed.  "God, I've been
such a jerk!"  She picked up her  robe off the  chair by the
bed and slipped  it on.  "You're in such a hurry,  why don't
you just get out?" she said, jerking furiously at the robe's
belt.
  Alex got out of the bed and walked over to her. He put his
arms around her and held her close.  He could feel her trem-
bling with fury and sorrow.  "Carina, shhh. You don't under-
stand.  I have to leave now,  I have no choice,  but I'll be
back,  I  swear."  Alex released her and  turned away. Still
naked,  he walked over to the window and  peered between the
blinds.
  That habit was beginning to make Cara nervous.
  "Cara,  right now,  I must do this, because I have to if I
want to have any chance of survival. But one way or another,
this will all be over soon,  and when it is.....I want to be
with you." He let the slats fall back together and turned to
face her. "These last months, you were all I could think of,
Carina. I had to come back, to see you again. I have practi-
cally nothing to offer you,  except my love.  I may not live
long enough to show you just how much I care  about you, but
I had to see you just one more time."
  Cara stared at  him.  Had he just said that he  loved her?
Did  he really think that  there was a chance  all  this was
likely to end in  his death?  Cara's thoughts swirled madly.
She was more confused  than she  had ever been in  her life,
and she was rapidly developing a serious headache. "You know
nothing  about this  man,"  she  reminded herself furiously.
"All these crazy,  paranoid stories, he's probably been in a
mental institution for the last two months."
  Cara looked at Alex standing there,  watching her, waiting
silently for her reaction.  Somehow  she  knew instinctively
that he wasn't crazy,  that no matter how insane the stories
he had told her were,  they were also true. Cara dropped her
head into her hands.  "Alex,  this is all happening so fast,
I...., I don't know what to say."
  Alex quickly walked back over to  Cara and  hugged her ti-
ghtly.  "Sweet Carina. I can't make any promises, and I know
you don't have a lot of reason to trust me, but all I can do
is tell you I do love you. Now more than ever, I have a rea-
son to find that tape and use it to stay alive. I don't know
how long it will take, or where it might lead me, but I pro-
mise  that  when  this is over,  and Cancerman  is locked up
where he  belongs,  we will be together.  That is, if that's
what you want."
  Cara thought furiously.  All her life,  she  had played it
safe.  She never took any chances,  followed the career path
her parents expected of her,  paid her bills on  time, dated
safe, steady, boring men, and helped little old ladies cross
the street.  Having sex with Alex the first day she met him,
after he kidnapped her at gunpoint,  was by far the most da-
ring thing she had ever done. And now this man, this beauti-
ful man  she realized she  was utterly in  love with, wanted
her to turn her back on her safe,  steady existence and wil-
lingly involve herself in  the chaos of  his life.  Cara was
still trying  desperately to  think of  how to  respond when
suddenly there was a knock at her front door.
  Alex lunged for his pants,  still lying on  the  floor. He
wrestled his gun out of  the front pants pocket  and  ran to
the window. He crouched down below the level of the sill and
then slowly raised his head  to peer out.  Cara watched him,
struck numb by fear.
  "Get down,  Cara!"  Alex hissed. Shaking with terror, Cara
ran to Alex's side and  crouched down beside  him. Alex held
the gun level with his ear,  the barrel pointed at  the cei-
ling. "Oh, shit," Alex whispered. "I don't believe it!"
  Cara raised her head to peek out the window.  There on her
front porch stood a man,  tall and dark haired, dressed in a
suit and long black trench coat.  As she watched,  he raised
his fist and knocked on the door again. "Alex, who is that?"
Cara asked frantically.  "Is  that  one  of  the Cancerman's
thugs?"
  "Worse, I think," Alex groaned. "It's Mulder!"
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  "Mulder!" Cara gasped. "How did he know to come here?"
  "I don't know,  Carina. Mulder is.....spooky. He has a way
of finding out things,"  Alex replied. He was still hunkered
under the window,  naked, and he bounced nervously in place,
his eyes darting back and forth.
  "Okay,  Carina.  Answer  the door.  Somehow  he tracked me
here,  and he's not going to  believe I'm not still  here. I
doubt he will just go away." Alex smiled wryly. "Just try to
stall him long enough for me to get ready to take him."
  "How, Alex?" Cara asked. "I'm a terrible liar!"
  Alex laughed bitterly. "Stick with me, Cara. You'll learn.
I  know Mulder,  he'll try to  convince you to do  the right
thing,  he won't bully you.  You don't have to  be afraid of
him."
  Cara was doubtful,  but  as  Alex  duck  walked across the
floor towards his clothes, Mulder knocked on the door again,
this time  much  more forcefully.  Cara turned to  go to the
door,  then paused.  "Alex, you said give you enough time to
get ready to `take him'.  You're not going to  kill him, are
you?"
  Alex paused in pulling on his pants.  For a long moment he
didn't speak,  then  he  said,  "No,  Carina, killing Mulder
isn't on the agenda today.  He might just turn out to be too
valuable to kill."
  Cara  left Alex dressing  and went to the  door. Nervously
she pulled the belt  of  her robe tightly  around her waist,
and after pausing a moment to take a deep breath  and gather
herself, opened the door. "Can I help you?"
  "Miss Cordaro?  My name is Fox Mulder,  with the FBI." The
man held  up a leather  wallet,  and Cara pretended to care-
fully study the credentials it held.
  "May I come in and speak with you?"
  "What is this about?" Cara asked.
  Mulder folded the wallet and put it back in his  coat poc-
ket.  He was quite tall,  as tall as Alex,  and had the most
piercing hazel eyes Cara had ever seen. She had trouble mee-
ting those eyes,  they seemed to look right into her and see
everything she was trying so hard to keep hidden.
  "I  think it  would be  better if we  discussed it inside,
Miss Cordaro."  Mulder stepped forward, forcing Cara to give
ground,  and reluctantly she allowed him inside and shut the
door behind him.
  Mulder looked around the room,  and Cara saw that his hand
was resting lightly on the butt  of the gun  strapped into a
holster at his waist.
  "Where is he, Miss Cordaro?"
  "I don't know what you're  talking about,"  Cara said. She
forced herself to keep her trembling hands  clasped in front
of her so that they would not give her away.
  "I received information that  Alex Krycek was  seen coming
into this residence,  ma'am.  If he is here, I need to know.
Krycek is a very dangerous man, and is wanted by the FBI for
questioning in regard to some very serious crimes, including
kidnapping and murder."
  "Well, he isn't here, Mr. Mulder. I,....I don't know anyo-
ne named Alex  Krycek.  I'm afraid I'll  have to ask  you to
leave now."  Cara couldn't believe she found  the courage to
speak to this man so boldly.
  Mulder studied Cara with those strange knowing eyes. "Miss
Cordaro,  please understand.  I'm  not leaving  here without
Krycek. I know he's here, and I intend to find him."
  Cara decided that Alex was right, this man would never be-
lieve that  Alex  wasn't  here,  and hoping that  he had had
enough time to prepare, she said, "If it will get you out of
my house, feel free to look anywhere you like, Mr. Mulder."
  Mulder took the gun from the holster at his side and, hol-
ding it down by his side,  quickly began a search  of Cara's
small house; the kitchen, bath, and finally the bedroom.
  Cara stood in the living room, keeping a tight rein on her
feelings  with  difficulty,  as  Mulder  cautiously  stepped
through the doorway into  her bedroom.  The lights were off,
and as Mulder reached beside the door  for the  switch, hol-
ding  the gun in  front of  him,  a sudden movement from the
corner of her eye caught Cara's attention.
  Alex came out of the  shadows and lunged  at Mulder, grab-
bing his wrist and forcing his gun arm  toward  the ceiling,
at the same time piling into him with the full force  of his
weight  behind  him,  sending them  both  slamming  into the
wall.  Mulder's gun flew through the air,  hit the floor and
skidded under Cara's dressing table.
  Mulder  fought  back  furiously,  slamming  his  fist into
Alex's jaw,  sending him staggering back. Cara watched them,
shocked into immobility by the sudden violence.  Mulder went
after Alex, seeking to take advantage of his momentary leve-
rage,  but  Alex recovered  quickly and met Mulder  head on,
throwing his arms around Mulder and pinning  the agent's own
arms  to his  sides.  They staggered backwards, until Mulder
stumbled over  a small throw rug  and  fell  heavily  to the
floor on his back, with Alex crashing down on top of him.
  Alex sat on Mulder,  pinning his arms down with his knees,
pounding Mulder's face with his fists. Mulder tried to fight
back but he had been outmaneuvered,  and soon lost consciou-
sness from the brutal blows.
  "Stop, Alex!" Cara screamed. "You're killing him!"
  Alex paused,  breathing  heavily.  Sweat ran down his face
and dripped from  his chin  onto Mulder's face.  After a mo-
ment,  he got off Mulder and rolled the unconscious man onto
his stomach.
  "Help me, Cara. Do you have any rope?"
  Feeling  rather  unreal,  Cara went  into  her kitchen and
found a roll of grey duct tape in a drawer. She took it back
into the bedroom and handed it to Alex.
  Working  quickly,  Alex  strapped  Mulder's hands together
behind him with the tape,  and rolled him back over onto his
back.  The agent was still out cold,  and Cara was concerned
by the amount of blood on his face.  "Alex,  he doesn't look
too well. I think we should check him to see if he's okay."
  "You do it,"  Alex said. "We've got to get out of here. If
Mulder found me, the others will too. It's too dangerous for
you to stay here,  Cara. You should come with me. I promise,
Carina,  I'll do everything in my power to  protect you, but
I'm not going to lie,  it'll be dangerous. But not as dange-
rous as  being here alone.  I'm so sorry this  is happening,
but it can't be helped.  I'm going to go get some things to-
gether."
  Cara nodded and went over to  the still form  lying on the
floor and knelt down beside  him.  Large purple bruises were
forming on his  left cheek and  jaw,  and both his lips were
split.  What most  concerned Cara,  though,  was the copious
amount  of  blood pouring from  his nose.  Cara  checked his
pulse,  and it was steady,  but his breathing  did not sound
good.
  "Alex,  I think he is drowning in his own blood.  You have
to help me sit him up."
  Alex came  back to her side  and together  they pulled the
unconscious man up  to  a sitting position  and  propped him
against the wall.  Cara listened carefully to  his breathing
and was enormously relieved to hear it improve  almost imme-
diately.  She went into the bathroom and  soaked a washcloth
with warm water,  and came back to Mulder's side. Gently she
wiped the blood from his face,  then used it  to apply pres-
sure to his nose to try to stop the bleeding.  She hoped her
ministrations would bring him round, but he remained out.
  Alex appeared  at  her side,  her large  carryon bag slung
over his shoulder. "We have to be going, Cara. We don't have
much time."
  Quickly Cara  dressed  in  jeans,  sweatshirt,  and tennis
shoes and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.  She fed her
cat, and finally, she called her mother.
  Cara was almost relieved when her  mom's answering machine
picked up and she knew  she wouldn't have to  actually speak
to her,  at least not now.  She told her mother as little as
possible,  only that she had to  go  away for  a while unex-
pectedly,  and asked her to come over and get Mouse and keep
him at  her house for a while.  She also  asked her  to call
Larry,  her boss,  and tell him she was sorry to do  this to
him, and she'd call him as soon as she could.
  Choking back tears, Cara hung up the phone.. She turned to
see Alex regarding her seriously.  "It's gonna be  okay, Ca-
rina,  but we have to get going now. Help me get Mulder into
your car."
  Together,  working under  the cover of  the darkness, they
carried the unconscious man outside and put him  in the back
seat. Cara covered him with a blanket and got into the front
seat. Alex got in behind the wheel, and they roared off down
the             road,              heading             west.
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Cara  didn't even realize she had fallen  asleep,  until the
soft voice she heard calling her name  grew  louder and more
persistent. "Cara!"
  "What!  What is it?"  Cara sat up, her heart pounding. The
car was parked in the darkness at the edge of  a convenience
store parking lot, and she was alone in the front seat. Con-
fused,  she turned to see Mulder in the back seat, awake and
looking at her.  His handsome face was covered with bruises,
and his nose  was swelled twice its normal  size.  It looked
so painful  Cara felt her eyes  fill with tears  of sympathy
for him.
  "Mr.  Mulder,  you're awake!  How do you feel?" Cara asked
hesitantly. It seemed the most stupid of questions under the
circumstances,  as she was fairly sure she pretty  much knew
how he  felt.  "I've  been  better,  Miss Cordaro.  But then
again,  I've been  worse,  too.  Miss Cordaro, we don't have
much time.  Krycek is inside the store,  and this may be our
only chance to escape."
  Cara looked at Mulder like he had lost his mind.  "I don't
want to escape, Mr. Mulder. I am here with Alex willingly."
  Mulder looked at her and shook his head  sadly. "Miss Cor-
daro, I don't think you realize the trouble you are in. Alex
Krycek is a wanted man, a dangerous man, and you are putting
yourself  in danger by  associating with him.  He has killed
women before. Not to mention putting yourself in jeopardy of
being arrested for kidnapping a federal agent."
  "Alex told me about the woman who.....died, Mr. Mulder. He
said he didn't kill her and I believe him."
  "Did  he  also tell you he  didn't kill my  father, Cara?"
Mulder's voice rose.  "I was there,  Miss Cordaro. I know he
did."
  Cara turned around,  her heart pounding . "Leave me alone,
Mulder. I trust Alex, I love him, and I don't want to listen
to your lies."
  "She loves him?"  Mulder thought incredulously. He decided
to change his tack.  "Cara,  listen to me.  There are people
after Kry....,  um,  Alex who aren't going to  stop at arre-
sting him. They want to kill him, and if we're with him when
they catch up with him, they'll kill us, too. The best chan-
ce  we all  have for surviving  is for Alex to  turn himself
in."
  "I already suggested that,  Mr. Mulder. Alex said he woul-
dn't live a day if he did,  and I believe him.  Alex told me
everything  I need  to  know,  Mr.  Mulder. I know about the
things he  has done,  and  I know  that he is  trying to set
things right, and I'm going to help him as much as I can."
  They both looked up at the sound of  a key in  the turning
in the lock. Alex opened the drivers door and slid in behind
the wheel.  "So,  Sleeping Beauty is awake. How've you been,
Mulder?"
  "Fine,  *Alex*,  how about you?"  Mulder  replied sardoni-
cally. "Funny seeing you here."
  "Well, we try our best to keep you entertained." Alex tos-
sed a paper  sack onto the seat  beside him  and started the
car.
  "Where are we going, Krycek?"
  "I have to see  a man about a dog,  Mulder,  and I thought
you might like to come along for the ride."
  Cara listened in silence to the interplay  between the two
men. The tension between them was palpable.
  "Do you realize what  you have gotten this  woman involved
in,  Krycek?  How many more innocent lives are you  going to
fuck up before I finally take you out of this life, you wor-
thless son of a bitch?"
  Alex laughed.  "Pretty tough talk from a man who's trussed
up like a Christmas turkey, Mulder."
  "Cara and I had a nice talk while you were inside, Krycek.
She said you've told her all about all the sordid details of
your life.  Did you tell her you are a traitor to your coun-
try, *Alex*?"
  Cara's heart thumped in her chest. What did he mean?
  Alex's voice was deadly calm. "Shut up, Mulder."
  "What,  Krycek,  you left  something out of  your life hi-
story? Cara seems to think you've told her everything."
  "Alex,  what is he talking  about?"  Cara asked. She had a
sick feeling in her stomach,  and she wasn't at all sure she
was ready for his answer.
  Alex sighed,  and his knuckles turned white on  the wheel.
"Carina,  after I escaped from Cancerman's bomb,  I was run-
ning for my life,  just like I told you.  Ingels decoded the
tape for me,  but he had to be paid for his work, and, well,
I had to live. It isn't easy to get a regular job when there
are hired killers after you.  There was a  woman, Jerri, who
knew  what to do  with the  information on the  tape, how to
make it.....profitable.  I know  it was wrong  to sell those
secrets, but Carina, I had to survive."
  Cara sat in stunned silence. Somehow, she supposed she had
been expecting something like this. She felt like a complete
fool. The man tied up in the back seat of her car was right,
she was in more trouble than she could fathom at the moment.
It was just too much  to  consider.  How had she let herself
get sucked into  this mess?  "You talked about us  being to-
gether,  Alex,  when all this is over.  How do you expect to
escape punishment for all the things you've  admitted to me?
Do you think you can just walk away?"
  "Carina,  please. I have a plan I believe will work. There
are people at the  FBI who are going to  be  very anxious to
get Mulder back in one piece,  and to get their hands on the
copy of that tape.  Mulder and the tape,  those are my trump
cards. I will be able to make a deal with certain people who
are in a position to help me start over in a new place, with
a new name,  in exchange for the tape and Mulder's  safe re-
turn.  I also want to do this to make  up for  the evil I've
done.  I want to have a clear conscience for  the first time
in a very long time."
  "That's bullshit,  Krycek!"  Mulder exploded from the back
seat.  "You can never make up for what you have done, not as
long as you live!"
  "You may be right about that,  Mulder." Alex said, and for
a      while,      they     all     rode     in     silence.
******************************************************************************
*******  After two long hours of driving,  during which time
Mulder sat in the back seat and uttered not  a  single word,
Alex pulled  into  the driveway  of a  dilapidated house and
turned off the engine. "Come on, Cara, it's time to meet In-
gels."  They started to get out  of the car,  and Mulder fi-
nally spoke up.  "As  much  as  it  pains me to ask  you for
anything,  Krycek, I really need a bathroom break, know what
I mean?"
  Alex glared at Mulder,  then looked around him at  he nei-
ghborhood. It was the kind of place where the neighbors were
likely to be the kinds of folks who would be good at minding
their own business. "All right, Mulder, come on. I have your
guns now as well as  my own,  so don't try anything.  By the
way, Mulder, when did you start wearing a leg holster?"
  "Got tired of losing my damn gun," Mulder muttered.
  The  odd trio  made  their way to  the front  door  of the
ramshackle house,  and Alex knocked on the door. After a mo-
ment,  the strangest looking man Cara had ever  seen came to
the door.  He was tiny,  not more than five feet  two or so,
with a squatty little  body  that,  when combined with large
watery eyes magnified behind thick eyeglass lenses, reminded
Cara of a frog.
  "Krycek!" he gasped. "I thought....."
  "Yeah,  I know what you thought, Ingels." Alex shoved Mul-
der  through  the  door  ahead  of  him  and  Cara followed.
"Where's your john, Ingels?"
  The froggy  man batted  his eyes rapidly.  "Uh, right down
the hall, last door on the left."
  "Come on, Mulder. Time for your pit stop."
  Cara stood in the dirty living room,  feeling awkward with
the funny little man gawking at her.  As if he  suddenly di-
scovered European manners, he made an expansive gesture with
his arm and said, "Take a seat, Miss, please."
  Cara looked distastefully  at the rickety  couch, and gin-
gerly sat down  on  the very edge.  "Can I get  you a drink,
Miss?"
  "No, thanks, no." Cara said quickly, trying not to imagine
the condition of the froggy  little  man's drinking glasses.
Cara heard  the toilet flush,  and after a  moment Alex came
back down  the hall,  pushing Mulder along in  front of him.
"Sit,  Mulder,"  Alex said,  and pushed Mulder into a chair.
Mulder winced  as his weight fell  on his  bound wrists, and
Cara squirmed,  feeling guilty.  "Would you like some water,
Mr.  Mulder?" she asked, and Alex looked at her sharply. She
returned his gaze steadily,  and his eyes softened.  "Let me
get you some water,  Mulder,"  he said with a sigh, and went
into the kitchen  to return a moment  later with  water in a
glass that looked surprisingly clean.  Alex handed the glass
to Cara and with a gesture  led Ingels into the  dining room
to sit at the table.
  Cara went over to where Mulder  sat and held  the glass to
his lips.  He drank thirstily,  and when he  pulled his head
back, water ran down his chin to fall onto his blood spatte-
red white dress shirt.  Cara gently wiped the water from his
chin with her thumb,  and he looked intently into  her eyes.
"Miss  Cordaro,  please listen to  me.  This may be our last
chance.  You have to help me get free so  we can  get out of
here."
  "Mr.  Mulder, please, I can't. I'm so sorry, sorry you are
in the position you are in and sorry I got  myself into this
mess, but it's too late. No matter what Alex has done in the
past,  I love him and I'm going to  see this  through to the
end."
  Before Mulder  could reply,  they heard loud voices  and a
crash from the dining room. Cara ran in to find Alex's chair
overturned on the floor and  Alex holding the  little man by
the throat,  shaking him like a dog with a ragdoll. "Where's
the  tape,  Ingels?"  he roared.  "Goddamnit,  give  me that
tape!"
  "All right,  Krycek, calm down! It's in the safe in my be-
droom. Jesus, let go of my throat!"
  "Oh,  God,  Alex,  let him go."  Cara said. "Please, don't
hurt anyone else."
  Alex whirled  to see Cara in  the doorway.  "Did you leave
Mulder alone,  Cara?"  Without waiting for an answer, he ran
from the room.  Cara stood frozen in her  tracks , wondering
if Ingels would try to get past her to escape, but he seemed
too intimidated by Alex's spent fury  to  try anything. Cara
looked back  into  the living  room,  and as she had feared,
Mulder had taken the  opportunity afforded him  by her lapse
to try to escape out the front door. Alex had him by the el-
bows,  and Cara  tensed,  wondering what violence was coming
now,  but  Alex  merely  led Mulder roughly  back across the
floor and pushed him back into the chair.  "Move again, Mul-
der, and I'll kill you."
  Alex led Ingels  into  the bedroom and  returned  a moment
later alone, holding a plastic case in his hand.
  "Where is Mr. Ingels, Alex?" Cara asked nervously, part of
her fearing the answer.
  "Don't worry, Carina, he's still breathing. I tied him up.
Can't have him getting to a phone and spoiling all our fun."
  "Is that it?"  Cara asked, gesturing to the case in Alex's
hand.
  "This is it,  Carina. Our future." he held the tape up and
smiled  triumphantly.  "After everything  I've been through,
finally, it's back in my hands."
  "So what  now,  Krycek?"  Mulder's voice  came from behind
Cara.  "Now that Jerri's dead,  who are you going  to get to
peddle your country's secrets for you?"
  "Shut up,  Mulder.  I'm going to do exactly what  I said I
was going to do with it."  He slipped the tape into the poc-
ket of his black leather  jacket and gestured for  Mulder to
stand up, which he did with difficulty.
  "Time to make our deal, Foxy. Let's go."
  The three of them left after Alex cut  Ingels' phone lines
and relocked his front door behind them. Alex drove the Tau-
rus to a nearby 7  -  11 and went to the phone. Cara watched
from the car as he put a quarter into the coin slot  and was
just close  enough to hear  through the open  window as Alex
said into the receiver,  "Hello,  Scully, I think I have so-
mething you want."
  To  be  continued..............................End of part
three
  >From Nicci73813@aol.com, begging for feedback
  Author's note......I'm a paralegal, not a nurse or doctor,
so if any of the details of Mulder's injuries is in  any way
hinky,  I apologize. Teaser: Scully and Skinner finally show
up in the next installment.
  
  Krycek's Deliverance, Part 4/4 (NC - 17)
  Krycek's Deliverance,  by  Nicole  B,  rated NC  -  17 for
explicit sex,  violence and language. This takes place seve-
ral  months  after the events  of Piper  Maru and Apocrypha.
Contains third season spoilers. This has sexual content, so,
NO MINORS read this, please. See part one for disclaimer.
  Part 4 of 4
  Dana Scully threw down the folder she was studying and sat
down at her desk. "Who is this?" she demanded.
  "I'll give you a hint, Scully, it's probably the last per-
son in the world you'd ever thought you'd be hearing from."
  Scully  thought furiously.  She hated these kinds  of mind
games.  Mulder had only  been  out  of  contact  for several
hours,  but she tended to get nervous when  he  didn't check
in,  imagining the worst.  He had been acting strangely when
he left,  telling her once again  that if she knew  where he
was headed,  she wouldn't let him go.  Under the circumstan-
ces,  the whole tone of this conversation seemed ominous. "I
give up. Who is it?"
  The voice dropped the  mocking  tone.  "It's  Alex Krycek,
Dana, and as I said, I believe I have something you want."
  Dana felt herself go numb with shock.  It couldn't be, not
Krycek! God, she'd been so sure that this time he was really
dead. Could he really be back, and have Mulder? Dana pressed
her hand against her chest over  the thumping  of  her heart
and tried to sound more calm than she felt.  "What is it you
think I want, Krycek?"
  "I think you know, Dana. I have Fox."
  Dana closed her eyes.  "Is he okay, Krycek? Let me talk to
him, I want to talk to him."
  "Take it easy,  Dana. He's just fine, but he can't come to
the phone right now. He's....tied up. I promise you he's not
been hurt,  at least nothing that won't heal.  I want to see
you, and Skinner. We have some things to discuss."
  "Like what,  Krycek?  What  could we possibly have  to di-
scuss? Bring Mulder back now, and turn yourself in, and just
maybe you'll actually live to see another day."
  "Easy, Dana. I have something else I think you'll be inte-
rested in,  a certain computer tape  that I  believe you and
Fox have been very interested in possessing."
  Dana's  eyes  flew  open.  "What  are  you  talking about,
Krycek?  Why would you be willing to turn over  the dat tape
to us?"
  For a long  moment there was  no answer.  "This is not so-
mething  I want  to talk about over  the phone,  Scully. Get
Skinner and meet me in two hours at  the abandoned warehouse
at Fifth and Philadelphia. Don't be late, and Dana, just you
and Skinner.  No tricks, or Foxy buys the farm." There was a
click,  and Dana slowly hung up on  the dial  tone. She rose
from her desk and too
  k the elevator up to her boss's office.
  *****************************************************************************
  Kim Cooke looked  up and  smiled at Scully,  but the smile
faded at the expression on Dana's face. "Kim, is he in?"
  "Yes,  Agent Scully.  Just a moment."  Kim  picked  up the
phone on  her desk  and pressed the  intercom  button. "Sir,
Agent Scully is here to see you." Kim looked up again at the
grim  look  on  Dana's  face and added,  "It's an emergency,
Sir."
  A moment later the door opened and Walter Skinner beckoned
to Dana. "Come in, Agent Scully. What can I do for you?"
  Dana silently  followed  Skinner into the  office and took
the chair across  from  his unnaturally tidy  desk.  "Sir, I
think we have a situation. I just got a phone call from Alex
Krycek."
  A  slight  widening  of the  dark brown eyes was  the only
obvious sign Skinner gave indicating  his surprise. "Krycek!
My God, I thought he was dead for sure this time."
  "Yes sir, so did I. But he isn't, and what's worse, he has
Mulder."
  Skinner stood abruptly and strode over to gaze out his of-
fice window.
  "What does he want, Agent Scully?"
  "He wants you and me to meet him in two hours at the aban-
doned warehouse at Fifth and Philadelphia to discuss the re-
turn of Mulder and the dat tape, Sir."
  Skinner whirled and looked  at  Scully  in disbelief. "The
tape! Why would he want to return the tape, Agent Scully?"
  "I don't know,  Sir, he wouldn't say. He said we'd have to
wait until we met in person,  and he also said just  the two
of us are to come,  no tricks." Skinner looked at his watch.
"Well,  we have an hour or so to kill, Agent Scully. What do
you say we discuss strategy?"
  *****************************************************************************
  Cara looked out of the car window and watched the electric
poles go by in a constant blur. Alex was silent next to her,
and Mulder was equally quiet  in the back seat.  The silence
in the car had weight.
  "Carina, are you okay?'
  Cara turned in her seat to  look at Alex.  "Yes, Alex, I'm
fine. I'm just concerned about how all this is going to turn
out.  I don't believe that  anything good can  possibly come
from all this  violence and deceit.  Why do you  have to use
Agent Mulder  as a bargaining chip?  Why can't  you just sit
down with  these other Agents  and discuss turning  over the
tape without using Agent Mulder?"
  "You should listen to the young lady, Krycek. She's making
sense."
  "Shut  up,  Mulder.  You know perfectly well without you I
wouldn't stand a chance.  Skinner wouldn't give me  a chance
to open my mouth before blowing me away if I didn't have you
as a hostage to keep him in line."
  "Skinner wouldn't  blow  you away,  Krycek.  He isn't like
you.  He'd let the court system deal with you.  It does work
sometimes, as you will find out soon enough."
  "Maybe, maybe not, Mulder. I think that what I am offering
as  a trade is  worth a lot more  to Skinner  and the bureau
than I am.  I'm just a worthless son of a bitch, remember? I
don't think Skinner will pass up a golden opportunity to put
that cigarette smoking  bastard  and  his  cronies  away for
good, just to lock up little old me."
  "Time    will    tell,    Krycek.    The   things   you've
done,....hurting  so  many  people,  doing  so  much damage,
......there  is no forgiveness for you,  Krycek,  no delive-
rance from your sins, not in this life. The court system may
mete out justice, but only God can forgive you, Alex."
  Alex  gripped the steering  wheel  and  began  to tremble.
"Shut  up,  Mulder.  I don't need a sermon from  you. I will
deal  with my demons  in my own time.  In the  meantime, you
should be thinking about your own salvation, not mine."
  Cara reached over  and  touched  Alex's  arm.  "Calm down,
Alex. This is almost over. Don't lose control now. We'll get
through this together, you and I. I'm right here beside you,
and I'll be here till the end."
  Alex looked over and smiled at her.  "Sweet Carina. I love
you. You're right, it's almost over."
  ******************************************************************************
  Alex pulled the car into  the parking lot of  the decrepit
old  building  and cut the engine.  It was  very  quiet, and
there didn't  seem to be  anyone else there.  Alex looked at
his watch.  "I guess we know how much  they  care about you,
Mulder. We're right on time, and they're late."
  As if in answer to his statement, Cara saw a man and woman
come forward out of  the darkness.  Alex got out of  the car
and opened  the back door.  "Out,  Mulder, your ride is here
after all."
  Alex pulled Mulder out of the car and  stepped behind him.
As Cara watched, Alex put one arm around Mulder's throat and
raised a gun to his head. The couple stopped their approach.
  "All right, Krycek, here we all are. Now what?"
  Cara could hear the woman's voice, and it sounded hard, in
direct opposition to her small stature  and  feminine appea-
rance. The man with her was very tall and well built, and he
stood protectively next to her.
  "Now we talk, Scully."
  "There is  nothing to  talk  about,  Krycek." The tall man
with the woman Alex called  Scully spoke up.  "Let Mulder go
and give up now and we'll take you into  custody and protect
you.  I would think you'd be tired of running and  hiding by
now."
  "You're  right,  Skinner,  I'm very tired  of running, and
that's  why I'm going to  stop.  I'm going to give  you this
tape so that you can finally nail that smoking  bastard, and
in  return you  are going to  put me in the  federal witness
protection program and start me out in a new life."
  "You're dreaming, Krycek. There is no way you are going to
walk away from everything you've done."  Skinner said. "I'll
never agree to that."
  "Then you won't  get the tape,  and you get  to see Foxy's
brains all over the ground."
  Inside the car,  Cara closed her eyes.  She wanted so much
for all this to be over, for Alex to give these people their
tape and their colleague so that the two of  them could just
leave this place and start  their life together.  She was so
tired.
  "Think about what you're  doing,  Krycek. This isn't going
to get you anywhere. You kill Mulder, we take you down."
  "That's right,  but Foxy'll still be  just  as dead, won't
he?  I'm at the  end of my rope,  Skinner.  I'm tired, and I
just want to make the trade, work out the details, and be on
my way.  I'm just a little rat,  Skinner. I've got the means
for you to trap the big rat right here.  Just say we'll work
a deal, and I'll let Mulder go."
  For a long  moment,  no one spoke.  Finally  Skinner said,
"It's up to Scully and Mulder,  Krycek. If they agree to it,
I'll agree to do my best to get you into the program and out
of DC. "
  "Well,  what about it, Scully?" Alex said. "Little old me,
or Foxy and the tape?"
  "Don't  do  it,  Scully!"  Mulder shouted,  and twisted in
Alex's grip. "Take him down!"
  Alex tightened his arm around Mulder's neck,  and they all
heard as he began to make choking sounds.
  "Stop,  Krycek!  You've  got your  deal."  Scully shouted.
"We'll deal.  Just let Mulder go, and we'll go somewhere and
make arrangements."
  Alex slowly released his grip on Mulder's neck and the man
began to gasp for air.  Alex pushed him forward  and after a
moment he began to walk towards Scully and Skinner. Cara wa-
tched the red haired woman reach for him,  and idly thought,
"I wonder if he realizes how  much she loves  him?" Cara saw
Alex open his mouth to say something, but whatever it was he
started to say was lost,  because at that moment there was a
sharp crack,  making them all jump in the still quiet of the
night.  Cara watched in disbelief as  Alex  turned slowly to
look at her, and silently slumped to the ground.
  "NO!"  Cara screamed,  and  threw the car  door  open. The
others had taken cover behind empty crates piled haphazardly
around the ground, but Cara ignored the danger to throw her-
self down at Alex's side.
  "Oh God,"  she moaned. "Alex, please be okay. Oh God, ple-
ase."  She pulled open the leather jacket and  began weeping
when she saw the blood pouring out of  a small  hole  in his
chest,  rapidly soaking  through his shirt and  beginning to
puddle onto the ground.
  Alex looked up at Cara and smiled at her.  There was blood
on his teeth, and Cara moaned in anguish.
  "Shhh, Carina, don't cry. I always figured it would end up
like this.  I love you Carina, I'll always be with you. Take
care  of  yourself for me."  Cara cupped Alex's face  in her
hands,  trying to will some of her life into him.  "Hang on,
Alex,  it's going to be okay. Call an ambulance!" she screa-
med hysterically.
  "Cara, it's too late for that. It's okay, I feel so peace-
ful,  so peaceful for the first time in so long."  He closed
his eyes and Cara's heart leaped into her throat. "Alex!"
  Alex opened his eyes and looked at her.  "You know Carina,
Mulder  was wrong.  There *was*  deliverance from my sins in
this life,  and it was you.  You made me a better person for
knowing you,  Carina. I don't know what is waiting for me on
the other side,  if there is another side,  but  I can leave
now at peace."
  Cara watched the life  fade  from  those  incredible green
eyes,  leaving them as empty as the eyes  of a  doll. With a
wail,  she threw herself onto Alex's chest, oblivious to his
blood which now covered her.
  She felt gentle hands on her shoulders and looked  up into
kind blue eyes, full of compassion. "Come with me, Miss Cor-
daro,"  Scully said,  and  pulled  Cara gently to  her feet.
"Agent Mulder told us everything.  There is nothing else you
can do for him now,  and we have some questions for you." "I
loved him, I loved him," Cara sobbed.
  Scully  squeezed  her arm sympathetically.  "I  know, Miss
Cordaro, I know."
  *************************************************************
  The next six weeks passed in a blur for Cara. When the FBI
agents  investigated the  rooftop the shot  that killed Alex
had come from,  they found the high powered rifle that fired
the fatal shot,  but no other evidence.  Cara had her suspi-
cions, as did Agents Mulder and Scully, but so far, no arre-
sts had been  made in Alex's  murder.  However, the tape was
in the hands of the FBI's computer  department, and progress
was being made at  putting the information contained  on the
tape to good  use building a  case against the  man they all
now had as a common enemy.  Cara's mother came to  stay with
her,  her incredibly sympathetic boss allowed her to  take a
leave  of  absence,  and after interminable questioning ses-
sions with the  FBI,  at one of which Fox Mulder,  to Cara's
amazement,  testified that she, like himself, had been a ho-
stage of  the fugitive  Alex Krycek,  Cara was released from
any culpability in the kidnapping of Agent Mulder.
  Cara was feeling so depressed and sick that her mother fi-
nally made her go to see a doctor.  The  afternoon after the
appointment,  Cara was curled up in her favorite  chair sta-
ring out the window  when  the phone  rang.  "It's  for you,
Cara,"  her mother called,  and Cara picked up the extension
next to her.
  "Cara Cordaro?"
  "Yes?"
  "This is Dr.  Willis' office, Ms. Cordaro. We have the re-
sults of  your  tests  back.  Congratulations,  Ms. Cordaro.
You're pregnant."
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END*******************************
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