Wouldn't a Krycek spinoff have been fantastic? I have so many unanswered questions about his life.
Was he even a real FBI agent or did CSM just slip him into that job?
When did he get involved with CSM and the syndicate? If he was a real FBI agent, did he go to Quantico thinking he'd be a good guy and then get lured into their web?
How did he get partnered with Luis Cardinal? Were they buddies?
How did he end up in Hong Kong?
Who else was he making out with besides Marita? That was extremely hot and we could've used a lot more of it.
What's he doing in between all the episodes we see him in? I can never keep his allegiances straight and would love to know what's got him switching back and forth all the time.
How'd he get all scraggly before showing up in S.R. 819?
What was life like in that Tunisian prison?
There's like 5 solid seasons of TV right there.
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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Tunguska (4x08)
Rats are survivors. Natural born killers who do the work of destructors; by no means impervious, but they’ll attack the weak, anything that stands in their way. They adapt and survive.
Alex Krycek respects that. Maybe it’s why Mulder’s “insult” had felt like a compliment.
Yeah, he’s learned to live like the rats.
And yeah, Mulder. He’s had little trouble adapting.
The relentless agent sits across from him now in this miserable cell, picking at the underside of his boot. Conversation doesn’t really work for them. They’ve been through enough shit together; you’d think he’s earned an iota of trust.
“So,” Alex ventures. “We gonna die here?”
Mulder glowers. “If we ever do get out, I’m gonna kill you myself, Krycek.”
Alex smirks. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Oh, no?”
“You’ve had a hundred opportunities. You haven’t taken any of them.”
Mulder’s eyes narrow. He says nothing. Spooky Mulder would never deny the truth.
They sit, the faint scratching of roaches and vermin echoing around the cell. Perhaps silence is preferable, but Alex can’t help himself. He wants the upper hand. He needs the upper hand.
And he knows exactly how to get it.
“Whaddya think Scully’s up to?” he asks. Mulder’s eyes dart towards him, then away again. Here we go. As expected, Agent Scully is his trigger. Adapt, Alex.
“Scully, Scully, Scully,” he purrs. “I remember when I met her. She could barely look at me. Like our partnership personally offended her.” He looks at Mulder, trying to make eye contact. “Most agents get a partner or two in their career. Maybe it works out, maybe it doesn’t. They move on. Not you two, though.”
His cellmate remains silent, but now wears a searing glare.
“We’re gonna die here anyway, Mulder, so you may as well confess. What’s she like, you know… in the sack? Carpet match the drapes?”
If looks could kill, Alex would be a dead man. He thrives off this, off making Mulder squirm. It’s just so fucking easy.
Sometimes he wonders how things would be if he’d just join forces with Mulder. He’s the obvious choice for an ally, morality-wise. But morality isn’t the medium with which Alex paints. He isn’t like Mulder. And anyway, there’s something he relishes more than his admiration of the man: the power Alex wields over him.
Like right now.
Mulder clenches his jaw and looks away, unable to meet Alex���s eye. Once again, his honesty betrays him.
“Are you serious?” Alex’s eyes go wide. He was absolutely certain they were sleeping together. Talk about an X-File. “Shit. You two really had me fooled.”
His incredulity aside, this approach isn’t working. He needs to take a different route to get a rise out of Mulder. Something worse.
“You know,” Alex says, lowering his voice. “Back when she was abducted, I suggested just… killing her.” Mulder bristles. “They underestimated your determination, but I never did. I warned them you’d never stop. They didn’t listen.”
A loud clang comes from somewhere in the gulag. A horrific scream.
“Guess there’s still time,” Alex shrugs. “They don’t make the same mistake twice.”
That does it. Mulder lurches across the cell and wraps his hands around Alex’s neck for the second time today. There’s rage in his eyes, a primal savagery. And Alex likes it. He isn’t even sure why he does this, why he wants it. Maybe it’s the kind of thing he needs to feel alive. To feel like he isn't alone in the dark.
Like he does on occasion, he thinks of the missile silo. Mulder would probably like that story. But he doesn’t seem to be in the mood for talk. His arm is jammed beneath Alex’s chin, pinning him against the wall. He can feel his airway closing, but he knows it won’t last. Mulder will let him go.
“Don’t ever say her name to me again,” Mulder seethes. For a wild moment it feels like they might kiss, and it’s not the first time he’s felt that way. There's an undeniable energy between them. Maybe it’s the knowledge there’s no one on the planet he hates more. Maybe Mulder’s passion is contagious.
Maybe they’re both just animals.
As expected, Mulder lets him go with a ceaseless penetrating glare. Their little game is over for now; at least, until they play another one.
They sit on opposite sides of the cell for hours until dinner is served. He and Mulder spit out the roach-infested soup in temporary camaraderie, but then a guard makes his way inside, and Alex takes his shot. He’s got one play left and he’s going to use it, no matter the cost.
The guard hesitates. Mulder asks for a translation, understandably concerned. Alex replies honestly: “That I want to see his supervisor.”
If he doesn’t want to see you, you’ll be accountable, the guard replies in Russian. He appears taken aback, unaccustomed to a prisoner's authoritative tone.
I’ll be accountable, Alex insists. Mulder dumbly looks back and forth between them.
The guard acquiesces, and opens the door. Freedom lies ahead if he can play this correctly, if he can just find one more dark pipeline to squeeze through. Maybe he’ll get out of this shithole alive after all.
He’s brought before the head honcho and sings like a canary. The Americans are working on their own vaccine; he’s even got the name of the head doctor. He mentions an old comrade, Vasily Peskow. That gets their attention.
Alex Krycek has been no stranger to loyalty. But as he betrays the country he genuinely loves, he realizes the truth: his loyalty is only to himself.
As he’s escorted from the gulag, he’s taken past Mulder’s cell again. He peers inside where his adversary awaits whatever fate Alex’s defection has unleashed. There’s a slight twinge of regret inside him, but it quickly passes.
He steps outside as the chilled air of Tunguska slaps him in the face. Beneath him, a rat scampers by, disappearing into the woodwork.
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Find Five Lines Tag
Thank you for the tag, @television-overload~!
Rules: find any lines in your WIP that fit each parameter given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag five or more people. Can be lines from multiple WIPs. If you can't find a line that fits, feel free to change the prompt.
My lines: a line about family, a passionate line, a line expressing dread, a line that is screamed, a funny line
Your lines: a line about family, a passionate line, a line expressing relief, a line that screamed, a funny line
Family line: "You Up for Joining Us?"
“I should call Melissa,” Bill rasped, rubbing a hand across his eyes, wondering if his father would already have done so.
Passionate line: Eight Nights of Mulder, Day 1: Gold
Alarmed, her pupils widened as her brain scrambled; and the only thought her mind could conjure through the static was gold, gold, gold on sluggish repeat.
Dread line: Son of Egypt
And if closed, found, 2000, died, resurrected was a possibility, then there was an equal chance that born, adopted, given a new identity could be true as well.
Screamed line: The Hospital Where You Slept
“Paramedics, now!” Mulder yelled, vaulting forward and pumping, pumping, pumping to keep her soul from leaving once more.
Funny line: Chariots of Fire
Above the thundering chaos, Krycek could have sworn he heard an angel jamming "Chariots of Fire" on his harp.
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