From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  SOMEONE   
   Author:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-FILES   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek   
   Rating:   R   
   Warnings:  None   
   Complete:   Yes   
   Disclaimer:  These characters belong to Chris Carter.  I'm just taking   
   them out for a little fun and games.  I promise to return them unharmed.   
   Summary:  Skinner indulges in a little cybersex.  His anonymous   
   `partner'?  Krycek!   
      
   SOMEONE    
      
   Alex Krycek zipped up his pants and splashed water on his face.  This   
   is the last time, he swore to himself.  He dried off and slipped out   
   the door quietly.   
      
   "Call me?" came the voice from the living room couch.   
      
   "Yeah, right," he said sarcastically, knowing he wouldn't.  He   
   wouldn't have to.  They would run into each other again sooner or   
   later; they always did.     
      
   He exited the room then down the four flights of stairs and out into   
   the back alley looking carefully to make sure no one was around before   
   he made his way out and to the next block where he had parked his car.   
      
   Twenty minutes later he was home in his tiny DC apartment.  He took a   
   hot shower and scrubbed until all the scent of Fox Mulder was gone   
   from his nostrils.  He dried off and slipped into bed between clean   
   white sheets.  He stretched and yawned.     
      
   "So much for `afterglow'" he whispered with a frown.  He heaved a sigh   
   and turned on his side.  "Afterglow is not for the likes of me!"  He   
   scrunched his pillow up under his head.   
      
   He closed his eyes and dozed, visions of broad shoulders and a furry   
   chest beneath his cheek; strong arms holding him, whispering sweet   
   things to him.  But that was just fantasy; a beautiful dream that   
   would never be his.  Walter Skinner was so far out of his reach, he   
   may as well be yearning for a star.   
      
   It had been that way from the beginning; Walter Skinner towering over   
   all of the young agents though he wasn't but an inch or so taller than   
   some of them.  It wasn't so much his height as his bearing.  He was in   
   control; he went by the book and you'd catch holy hell if you tried to   
   go around him.  He was an ex-Marine, a good man with not a breath of   
   scandal about him; a spotless reputation.  That is, until he came up   
   against the Consortium.  But that was long behind him; the incident   
   with the dead prostitute; and it had been proven to be a set up.  No   
   one knew about his disposing of that postal worker's body; no one but   
   Spender, Fox Mulder and Alex Krycek.   
      
   Alex turned over on his stomach, put the pillow over his head and   
   cursed himself for getting caught up in this mess.  He remembered so   
   well his first meeting with Spender and how eager he was to join him   
   and together they were going to save the world.  He laughed at his own   
   gullibility.     
      
   He was just so young then, he believed everything this man had told   
   him, believed all his reasoning, all his excuses.  The death of one   
   man could save a thousand lives; it was all just a mathematical   
   problem he was more than happy to help them with.  It never occurred   
   to him that he'd be paying for that death with his very soul.   
   Every since he had taken that first life; he had been in their   
   control.  There was no way out.  He did the Consortium's bidding or   
   he'd forfeit his life; another simple mathematical equation.   
      
   He was 35 years old and for the last eight years he'd been a puppet   
   for them.  They pulled the strings and he jumped; no excuses, no way   
   out, no one to come and rescue him.  He was in it up to his neck.    
   There was only one thing he could do and he did it as often as he   
   could.  He slipped information to Mulder and Skinner whenever he could   
   do it without it being traceable back to him.   
      
   Getting information to Skinner was the easiest.  It was always done   
   anonymously.  It was almost fun with him.  He'd leave a letter lying   
   on the middle of his desk for Skinner to find when he got home from   
   work, or sometimes send it by delivery service.  He especially liked   
   going into Skinner's apartment, walking around.  One time he'd even   
   gone into his bedroom and found Walter's robe lying at the foot of his   
   bed.  He'd put it on and laid down with his head on Walter's pillow.    
   That had been foolish and dangerous.  Someone could have come in,   
   Walter might have come home early and there was no escaping out a   
   window when you're on the 17th floor.     
      
   Mulder, on the other hand, was a whole different story.  He'd follow   
   him and arrange for them to "bump into" each other.  He never knew   
   whether it was going to turn into a beating or Mulder looking at him   
   with that "nobody-loves-me-I'm-all-alone-in-the-world" look.  The look   
   that told him he could get what he wanted but first he'd have to play   
   Mulder's game.  There were some nights when he'd rather take the beating.   
      
   He liked Mulder, he really did, but he was just too volatile, too   
   unstable.  Mulder had one goal in life and that was to find the   
   answers to his so called `truths' and nothing and no one was going to   
   stop him.  Alex could admire that in a man if it was channeled   
   properly it could be a real asset.     
      
   He was like that too about some things; like staying alive for   
   instance; and keeping certain others alive as well.  His life was 99%   
   shit but there was that other 1%; the times when he got to see or be   
   around Walter Skinner; those times made it all bearable.   
      
   He couldn't remember ever not being in awe of the man.  From the first   
   moment they were introduced and their hands clasped for just half a   
   moment, Alex knew there was something there.  Something he had never   
   felt with anyone else.  Whether it was the way Skinner looked, or the   
   way he talked or carried himself, he didn't know.  He suspected it was   
   the whole package.     
      
   And speaking of packages, he had seen Skinner's; seen naked in the   
   shower once at the bureau gym.  He had been given an envelope to   
   deliver to Skinner and was told to give it to him personally and no   
   one else.  After being told in his office that Skinner was downstairs   
   in the gym, he had gone on down to make his delivery.  The place   
   appeared empty; then he heard the shower running.  He walked around   
   the corner of the partition and there he was; standing under the   
   shower, eyes closed as water poured down over his naked body.   
   Alex had stood there a long time staring at the sight before him.    
   When Skinner moved, Alex darted back behind the partition and quickly   
   went back into the dressing area.  The shower turned off and he   
   stepped back by the doorway as Skinner came in with a towel wrapped   
   around his waist. Alex handed him the envelope and got out of there.    
   He made it to the first floor restroom, went into a stall and jacked   
   off.  It was one of his fondest memories.   
      
   But on this lonely night, memories of working with Walter Skinner were   
   all he was ever going to have and he knew it and the knowing of it   
   gripped him with a sadness he couldn't deny.   
      
   With Mulder, it had been so easy.  All he had to do was catch Mulder   
   on a night when he knew Scully was out of town.  He'd said all kinds   
      
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