From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  ALEXANDER   
   Author:  Donna McIntosh   
   Email:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-Files   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek   
   Rating:  NC – 17 FRAO   
   Genre:  Slash   
   Summary:  Krycek is given the temporary loan of a new body.  The first thing   
   he does is go find Skinner.   
   Beta:  Thank you Ursula for all your help.  It's very much appreciated.   
      
   ALEXANDER    
      
   The small boy walked along the dark highway, angrily wiping away the tears   
   streaming down his face.  He'd show them!  They'd never find him!  He'd walk a   
   million miles away!  He could do it too.  He'd stop at the first big city he   
   came to and he'd get a    
   job and he'd make it big.  He'd grow big too and he'd come back and find that   
   bastard!  He'd show him!   
      
   He never even saw the beam of light that came down out of the star-lit sky   
   behind him.  In a flash he was gone.     
      
   xxxxxx   
      
   "It's wrong, that's why.  The boy must be returned."  Jeremiah insisted.   
      
   "We will not hurt the boy.  We simply wish to study him."  The alien countered.   
      
   "He has a family.  They are probably looking for him right now."   
      
   "Then what was he doing out on the highway in the middle of the night?  This   
   boy is a loner.  We will take good care of him and release him after we have   
   studied him."   
      
   "If this boy is harmed in any way it will negate all the work we've done to   
   bring peace between our organizations in the last ten years."  Smith warned.   
      
   "He will be returned within days, memory wiped, remembering nothing but a long   
   walk in the night."   
      
   "I'll check with the authorities and see how much of a ripple his   
   disappearance has caused."   
      
   "I tell you, this boy is an orphan.  No mother or father would allow their   
   child out on the highway in the middle of the night."   
      
   "Perhaps the child just ran away?"   
      
   "Then his parents have failed him.  We will study him, learn from him, and   
   perhaps he will learn a thing or too as well."   
      
   "Where will you take him?  Your home planet is weeks away."   
      
   "We've got a group on Kita studying humanoids.  He will be of great value to   
   them and neither the Tapians nor Venoans would harm a child.  He will be safe   
   there."     
      
   "He must be closely monitored."  Smith insisted.   
      
   "He will be.  You will be welcome to study the images when we are finished.    
   We always keep a complete record."   
      
   "Yes, I know.  May I suggest you place him with the Tapians and not the   
   Venoans?  The Venoans are far too un-predictable.  The boy will be well taken   
   better care of with the Tapa."   
      
   "That is the plan."   
      
   "Good.  OK.  I'll check back with you then after I investigate the reaction to   
   the boy's disappearance."   
      
   "Very well."   
      
   xxxxxx   
      
   "Where did the road go?"  The boy asked as he walked along the narrow pathway   
   in the moon light.  "There must be a town up ahead somewhere."     
      
   The path he was on ended at the stream.  He scooped up a double handful of the   
   cool clear water and drank.  He glanced around the clearing and sat down on   
   some rocks at the water's edge.  He leaned back and stretched out, pillowing   
   his head on his laced    
   together hands and staring at the stars overhead.  He tried for a time to   
   identify the different constellations but couldn't find any he knew.  After a   
   while his eyes closed and he dozed off.  He would find the town tomorrow.     
      
   xxxxxx   
      
   "Father, you are Chief of the Tapians.  You have performed all the rites,   
   spoken with the Gods, the rain will come."   
      
   "Malleon, my son, it must come soon or the crops will fail and we will have   
   nothing to trade with the Venoans for our needs.  We must prepare to defend   
   ourselves should that occur."   
      
   "It will not happen!  We have always harvested enough to feed our people and   
   to satisfy the Venoans.  It will rain soon."  Malleon walked with his father   
   until he entered his hut, then walked on passed all the other huts and into   
   the woods.     
      
   He loved walking at night.  The woods carried an entirely different smell than   
   it did in the day light when the sun warmed it.  He followed the well worn   
   trail down to the stream and stood admiring the view as the moon light cast a   
   pale glow over    
   everything.  It would rain soon; it just had to.     
      
   He turned to head back to the village when something caught his eye.  It was   
   the other side of the stream.  His curiosity got the better of him and he   
   waded into the stream.  He was half way across when the boy woke up.   
      
   "Hello," the boy called.  "Do you know the way into town?  I must have gotten   
   off the main road."   
      
   "You mean the village?  It is just over that way."  He pointed towards the   
   east.  "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"   
      
   "Traveling."  The boy said as the dripping wet man approached him.  "I came a   
   long way.  I thought I'd be there before dark but it got late and I sat down.    
   I guess I fell asleep."   
      
   "Where are you from?"  Malleon asked.   
      
   "Springfield."   
      
   "I do not know that village.  You must have come a long way.  Do you have   
   people in my village?"   
      
   "No.  I have come to find work."   
      
   "Work?  The work in the fields is not enough for you?"   
      
   "I can work in the fields if that's all you have.  I'm strong and I can do a   
   fair day's work for a fair day's pay."  The boy flexed his skinny arm showing   
   a bump of a muscle.   
      
   "I see.  You expect wages.  Is that the way it's done in your village?  Did   
   you work for wages there?"   
      
   "No.  They wouldn't let me.  They put me in school with a bunch of dummies and   
   expected me to stay there.  I may be small but I'm smarter than all of them –   
   smarter even than the teacher."   
      
   "That's pretty smart.  So how is it that you got lost?"   
      
   "I'm not lost!  I'm just not to the town yet.  I'll get there and I'll get a   
   job.  I can do it.  I really can."   
      
   "I'm sure you can.  You look like a strong one.  Why did your parents let you   
   leave?"   
      
   "My parents are dead – car crash two years ago.  They stuck me in a home with   
   this bast … I mean, this mean guy who was just an ignorant fool!  He couldn't   
   stand it that I was smarter than he was.  I'll be stronger too in a few   
   years.  I'm strong already.   
   "   
      
   "You're not afraid traveling all alone in the middle of the night?"   
      
   "Nope.  I can fight.  I gave Jimmy Bogus a black eye when he got in my face.    
   I don't take shit from anybody!"   
      
   "Good for you, boy.  Fighting is important.  Anyone ever give you a black eye?"   
      
   "Uh huh."  He looked down sheepishly.  "Martin Thurman.  But I was just a kid   
   then.  I was only eight and he was twelve.  I was new at the home then.  I   
   just got there and he thought he could make me his slave, tried to make me do   
   his chores.  I told him    
   to go to hell and he busted me one."   
      
   "Did you get him back?"   
      
   "I sure did.  I waited until he was asleep and I snuck over to his cot and   
   pounded him good.  He ended up with two black eyes!"   
      
   "I'll bet he never bothered you again, did he?"   
      
   "Nope.  He never did."   
      
   "You did the right thing.  It doesn't matter how strong a man is if he doesn't   
   have self respect, he'll never make it in this world.  Life is difficult but   
   you already know that, don't you?"   
      
      
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