From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
    Title:  AFTERMATH   
   Author:  Donna McIntosh   
   Email: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-Files   
   Pairing: K/S & M/Sc   
   Genre:  Slash   
   Rating:  NC-17  FRAO   
   Status:  Complete   
   Disclaimer:  These characters belong to Chris Carter – not to me!       
                          
   Warning:  No graphic sex so if you're looking for that you've come to   
   the wrong place.   
   Summary:  It's all over. The aliens won and everyone left alive is   
   struggling for survival.   
   Beta:  Many, many thanks to URSULA for all her help in catching my   
   typos, misspelled words, holes in the story line, punctuation errors,   
   etc; and most of all for the rapid-fire speed with which she did it all!     
      
   AFTERMATH  (Chapter 1 of 11 chapters)   
      
   When the invasion came it caught them all off guard.  There had been   
   rumors, hints over the years but no one in a position of power had   
   believed them.  It couldn't happen, they all said.  We had the most   
   advanced warning systems in the world.  No one could sneak up of the US!   
      
   They were wrong.  They were all wrong.  In a matter of ten days it was   
   all over.  The aliens simply came down en masse, over taking every   
   seat of power on earth.  The struggle was fast and furious, the   
   carnage heavy.  Every President, Premier, Prime Minister, every royal   
   family, all Governors, all Generals, all Admirals, every police man in   
   every country were identified and immediately eliminated in the first   
   few days.   
      
   Within a week 'internment camps' began to spring up all over.   Every   
   military base was first cleared of anyone in uniform, and then used as   
   a camp, the fences around them electrified.  People had been rounded   
   up by the truckloads and brought in.  Any back talk, any disobedience   
   at all was punished by on the spot execution with what eventually came   
   to be called the 'fire wand'.  The situation was dire for human kind.   
      
   xxxx   
      
   The lowering of the landing gear woke Krycek as it always did.  This   
   was not his stop but he needed to be awake and aware to check out   
   whoever boarded the plane.  He didn't expect any trouble out of Denver   
   but you never could tell.  Two flight attendants were scurrying about   
   whispering to one another.  Something was up.  They were frightened   
   about something.  He could see it in their eyes and their 'controlled   
   panic' movements.   
   The girls disappeared behind the curtained off area and came out again   
   a few minutes later.  One of them made an announcement that there was   
   some trouble at the Denver airport and they were going to have to land   
   at an alternative air port.  She quickly disengaged the microphone and   
   slipped out of sight again while the passengers barked their complaints.   
      
   The next nearest airport that could handle a plane that size was   
   Boulder, less than thirty minutes away.  As the plane banked for the   
   change in direction he saw it -- the flames and smoke.  It looked like   
   the entire city of Denver was afire.   
      
   He wiggled his fake F.B.I.  I.D. card from the heel of his shoe, stuck   
   it in his pocket and made his way up to the cockpit.  He showed the   
   card to the flight attendants and insisted on speaking with the pilot.   
    Every one was on edge and one of the flight attendants had obviously   
   been crying.   
      
   The cockpit was chaos.  Calls were coming in that were garbled,   
   screaming warnings about an invasion.  The pilot was sweating and   
   shaking so hard Alex thought he might pass out at any moment; the co   
   pilot staring straight ahead in a state of shock.  There was no   
   speaking with them; nothing to be done.  They turned to him asking him   
   what they should do.  He told them to head for Boulder and they would   
   see what happened then and that the important thing right now was to   
   get the plane on the ground.   
      
   He went back to his seat and some time later one of the attendants   
   signaled him to come up front again.  As soon as the cockpit door   
   closed behind him the pilot yelled in a shrill voice, "Boulder is   
   ablaze too!  What are we supposed to do now?"   
      
   "Just find a smooth flat place and land this thing."   
      
   "I can't do that!  Do you have any idea how heavy this plane is?  We   
   need a runway!"   
      
   "From what we've seen and from what that radio is saying, there isn't   
   a runway around that isn't in flames.  If you want to live and if you   
   want to save the lives of all your passengers I suggest you find a   
   nice field somewhere."   
      
   "I can't land this thing in a field!"  The pilot shrieked.   
      
   "Then I suggest you start praying."  Krycek made his way slowly back   
   to his seat.  He sat and wondered if this was it for him.  He didn't   
   feel any panic; just anger.  He had so many things left that he wanted   
   to do.  He just couldn't believe his time was up already.  The fact   
   that there was an invasion, if indeed that's what it was, didn't   
   surprise him all that much.  It had been threatening for decades.    
   People had become complacent, didn't believe it would ever happen, not   
   in their life time.  They got lazy.   
      
   One of the passengers shouted, "Look, Boulder is on fire!  Just like   
   Denver!  There's no place to land!  We're going to run out of fuel and   
   crash!"  Panic set in and everyone was jumping around, going from   
   window to window.  There was sobbing, shouting, cursing.     
      
   A flight attendant came out and made an announcement.  She was clearly   
   distraught, her make-up stained with tears.  "May I have your   
   attention please?"  A few passengers started shouting questions at her   
   but Krycek stood up and shouted them down.     
      
   "Let's hear what she has to say!"   
      
   "There seems to be some major – circumstances going on below and we   
   have been advised to land the plane at the first possible opportunity.   
    There seems to be no airports available so we will be attempting a   
   field landing."   
      
   "What the hell's a field landing?"  Someone yelled.   
      
   "Exactly what it sounds like."  Krycek said.  "Landing in a field."   
      
   "You can't land a plane this size in a field.  We'll all be killed."    
   Someone yelled.   
      
   "We don't exactly have a choice here, Sir.  There are no air port   
   runways available."   
      
   "What about a highway somewhere?"  Someone asked.   
      
   "All of the highways seem to be jammed with traffic fleeing the cities."   
      
   "Can't we just fly to another air port?"   
      
   "Our fuel supply is limited and from the calls we've been receiving,   
   they all seem to be in flames."   
      
   "Where's the pilot?  Get him out here."  Someone yelled.   
      
   "I'm right here."  The uniformed man stepped out into the aisle to   
   speak.  "We are all terribly upset and alarmed, the same as you all   
   are.  We don't know what's happening down there.  We're getting   
   nothing on the radio but garbled messages about an invasion of some sort."   
      
   Someone shrieked and wailed in terror, others began to argue and shout.   
      
   "Please, please control yourselves.  Remember that I am in this air   
   plane too and I want to live as much as the rest of you do.  We have   
   about two hours of fuel left.  It has been suggested that we find a   
   field somewhere and attempt a landing.  Right now, that's looking like   
      
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