From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  A KISS TO REMEMBER   
   Author:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-Files   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek   
   Genre:  Slash   
   Rating:  FRAO   NC-17   
   Warning:  M/M sex scene   
   Beta:  Many thanks to Ursula!   
   Disclaimer:  These characters belong to Chris Carter.   
   I just let them have a little more fun than he did.   
   Summary:   Agent?  Traitor?  Resistance worker?  Will   
   the real Alex Krycek please stand up!   
      
      
   A KISS TO REMEMBER   
      
   He heard the sounds from far away as if in a dream;   
   the rumbling of thunder, things falling, voices   
   calling out.  Two nearby were arguing.   
      
   “Come on.  We’ve got to go!”   
      
   “I can’t leave him.”   
      
   “He’s a goner and we will be too if we don’t get out   
   of here.”   
      
   “Help me then; help me carry him.”   
      
   “We’ll never make it carrying him.”   
      
   “I’m NOT leaving him.”   
      
   “He’s dead already!”   
      
   “Go on then.  I’m staying with him.”   
      
   “Strict orders; you are not to be left behind under   
   any circumstances.”   
      
   “Help me then.  Give me your jacket.  We’ll rig a   
   sling to carry him.”   
      
      
   The argument seemed to be over.  He tried to open his   
   eyes but couldn’t.  The noise was louder now.  He   
   could hear wood splintering; things falling.   
      
   “Jesus Christ!  Let’s get out of here!”   
      
   “Grab on.  Wait for the next explosion then we go.”   
      
      
   He was aware of movement then, but only because he had   
   been able to crack one eyelid halfway open.  Things   
   all around him seemed to be moving; going by him in   
   spurts and stops.   
      
   “Over there!  By that wall.”   
      
   “He’ll never make it!  And he’s killing any chance of   
   US making it!”   
      
   “Go ahead then.  Leave!”   
      
   “Shit!  What is this guy to you anyway?”   
      
   “He’s important and I’m not leaving him here.”   
      
      
   Another explosion shook the ground but he didn’t feel   
   it or the dirt and debris that fell across him.  He   
   closed his eye against the burning smoke.  The noises   
   continued with lessening volume until they were but a   
   rumble in the distance.  He chanced the opening of his   
   eye again but saw only a bright white light; then   
   nothing.   
      
      
   He drew a deep breath filling his lungs with oxygen.   
   He listened for sound but there was none.  He worked   
   hard at it and finally got his eyes to open.  Getting   
   them to focus was something else again.  He had no   
   other awareness except for what he could see and hear   
   and right now that was not much.   
      
   After several moments blinking he managed to clear his   
   focus enough to see he was in a small room; grey-green   
   walls and indirect lighting coming from somewhere   
   beyond his sight range.  He heard voices again but   
   they were far away.  Everything was calm so he closed   
   his eyes again and drifted off to welcome sleep.   
      
   The next time he woke he felt movement around him.  He   
   was being moved onto a gurney and rolling down a long   
   hall.  He tried to make his lips move; tried to form   
   words but nothing came out.  The two pushing the   
   gurney were speaking but in a language he didn’t know;   
   and didn’t recognize.   
      
   Another joined them when the movement stopped.  He   
   knew this one; recognized the voice.  He couldn’t see   
   him but he knew that voice.  It was Alex Krycek.   
      
   “Thank you; thank you,” he was saying.  Another joined   
   them and it took him a few minutes listening to the   
   voices before he recognized him.  Jeremiah Smith.   
   Krycek stepped closer and he could see him now; the   
   light shining off the leather jacket.  He was clasping   
   Smith’s hand; shaking it.   
      
   “I knew you could do it!  I knew it! Krycek was   
   saying.   
      
   Smith smiled back and warned, “He’s not out of the   
   woods yet but he’ll live.  It’ll be up to him how much   
   use he gets back out of his body.  I wish we could   
   stay longer but we’re needed in 3rd Quadrant.”   
      
   “I understand.  I heard things are getting pretty   
   dicey over there.”   
      
   “He’s going to need constant care.  Have you got   
   someone to look after him?”   
      
   “Yes; it’s all set.  I’ve got Dr. Simmons and Nurse   
   Kelly for the next two weeks.  By then he should be   
   able to move around and just need some physical   
   therapy and I’ve arranged to take several weeks off.   
   I told the old man that I needed further surgery on   
   the arm and some time to recuperate after that.”   
      
   “Ok then; he’s all yours.  I’ll check back if I can.”   
      
   “Thanks, Smith.  I owe you.”   
      
   There was movement then into another smaller room.   
      
   “Just keep up the good work.  I’ll be in touch.”   
      
      
   Krycek was standing closer now beside the gurney   
   looking down at him.   
      
   “Hey, you’re awake?  Good.  You ready to go for a   
   little ride?  It’s like a long elevator ride – going   
   down; only a little faster.”   
      
   He felt nothing but a slight lightheadedness and then   
   rain was spattering on his face.   
   Krycek let out a soft curse and leaned over him   
   shielding him from the rain.   
      
   “Damn!  Over here.  Hurry!”   
      
   An ambulance backed up to them and two got out and   
   loaded the gurney.  Krycek climbed into the back with   
   them.  They drove in silence for a time; the vibration   
   of the road lulled him back to sleep.   
      
      
   He came awake when the vehicle stopped with a jerk.   
   He opened his eyes to darkness.   
      
   “It’s all right.  We’re here now.  You’ll be inside   
   all nice and warm in just a few minutes.”  He heard   
   Krycek’s voice but couldn’t see him in the darkness.   
   He heard the sound of a large metal gate swinging   
   open; the ambulance drove through and the squeak and   
   groan as the gate closed behind them.  A short drive   
   and they stopped; got out and hustled him inside.  He   
   couldn’t make out much but the building was large with   
   long corridors and an elevator.   
      
   The next several days blurred into one another.   
   People came in and out of his room, tending to him.   
   He slept mostly.  He was warm and comfortable, with   
   thoughts just skittering around the edges of his   
   consciousness now and then; none too deep.  He did   
   begin to wonder where he was and why these people were   
   hovering around him.   
      
   He had no idea how long he’d been there when he saw   
   Krycek again.  He tried to speak to him but no words   
   came out.   
      
   “How are you feeling, Skinner?”  Krycek was smiling   
   down at him.  It gave him an uneasy feeling seeing   
   Krycek standing over him but he was unable to make his   
   mouth work to ask any questions.   
      
      
   “He’s awake; why can’t he talk?”  Krycek asked over   
   his shoulder to the doctor standing near by.   
      
   “It’s the medication.  It keeps him completely   
   immobile.  Nothing moves, including lips and vocal   
   cords.”   
      
   “Can’t you lessen it just enough so that he can at   
   least speak?”  Krycek asked.   
      
   “I could but it would also lessen his comfort level.”   
      
   Krycek cut his eyes back to Skinner.  He could tell by   
   Skinner’s frantic eye movements that he understood.   
      
   “Do it,” Krycek said then added, “And if he becomes   
   too uncomfortable we can always up it again.”   
      
   “There’s one more thing to consider,” the doctor   
   added.  “He has at least another week of total   
   immobility.  If we lessen his medication, he’ll be   
   trying to move.”   
      
   “What about restraints?  Wouldn’t that work?”  Krycek   
   offered.   
      
   “It would have to be total.”   
      
   “That would be acceptable.”  He glanced at Skinner and   
   felt like he saw approval in his rapidly blinking   
   eyes.   
      
      
      
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