From: xf_emily_sim@yahoo.ca   
      
   Title: S.N.A.F.U. Chapter 31 & 32   
   Disclaimer/Notes: please see part 1   
      
   Special Note: thanks to those who are following for   
   your patience. Real life hit one of those 'snafu's in   
   the fall and it isn't over yet. I'll be as speedy as I   
   can. Thanks!   
      
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   Chapter 31   
      
   Krycek sat back, ice cubes clinking against the glass   
   he held. He eyed his companion carefully. He had   
   trusted her in the past but wasn't fooled; past   
   experience meant nothing when one was involved with   
   the likes of Spender and his cronies. Krycek had   
   played this game long enough to keep his cards close   
   to his chest. He set the glass down.   
      
   "Well?"   
      
   "She appears -- normal is the word I'd use."   
      
   "Normal?"   
      
   "Yes. Her blood shows none of the anomalies of the   
   Emily series."   
      
   "So? That means what, exactly?"   
      
   "It means she won't need the treatments."   
      
   "What about the other abilities?"   
      
   "I won't know until she wakes up again and I've had a   
   chance to run her through some tests." Marita sat down   
   in the chair opposite him.   
      
   "How much of that shit did you give her?"   
      
   "I know what I'm doing."   
      
   "That isn't what I asked. I want to know how long   
   she'll be out this time."   
      
   "Three hours, about the same as last time. If we need   
   to keep her out any longer I'll have to switch to   
   something stronger."   
      
   Krycek picked up his glass and took a sip of his   
   drink. He was exhausted. Hannah had kept him up most   
   of the first night, scared and crying for her mother.   
   He'd had little in the way of resources to soothe a   
   small child. Even one who for all intents and purposes   
   had been more lab rat than beloved child. Mulder and   
   Scully should have deciphered the genetic testing by   
   now, and it gave him a small amount of satisfaction to   
   be able to screw with Mulder and that prick Spender at   
   the same time. It wasn't a total mind fuck for Mulder   
   this time. There had been a certain amount of   
   benevolence in giving him and Scully the information.   
   He wasn't completely heartless.   
      
   "Alex."   
      
   He was startled out of his reverie by the sharp tone   
   in her voice. "What?"   
      
   "I asked you if you'd had any contact with Spender or   
   Diana."   
      
   Krycek tried to read her face, to guess at what   
   motivated the question. Marita's eyes gave nothing   
   away, her expression neutral. "Limited contact."   
      
   "Screw you, Alex. You brought me into this; I need to   
   know what you've --"   
      
   "I'd love to, Marita. Screw you, that is. What have we   
   got . . . three hours?"   
      
   "Fuck off, Alex."   
      
   "Ooo, all this dirty talk is turning me on." He   
   grabbed his crotch for emphasis.   
      
   "You called me, Alex. Time to share with the rest of   
   the class. Maybe we'll have time for play later." A   
   glimpse of her tongue licking her top lip caused an   
   immediate reaction.   
      
   Krycek repositioned himself on the sofa. He should   
   have known better than to play this game with Marita.   
   She had proved herself more than capable between the   
   sheets. And she was right. He had called her in during   
   the wee hours of the second night when Hannah refused   
   to be comforted. Who knew the kid would have been this   
   attached to Kristen? The clone hadn't shown much   
   aptitude in the mothering department.   
      
   "Okay." He set his drink down and leaned forward.   
   "Limited as in Spender hasn't got a fucking clue that   
   she's here. No one but you knows about this place. I   
   had a fit of compassion, or stupidity, take your pick.   
   She's just a kid."   
      
   "Don't worry, Alex. I won't tell anyone you have a   
   heart."   
      
   "I made a promise, Marita. That's all."   
      
   "Suit yourself, Alex. I do understand, you know. None   
   of us will walk away from this unscathed. We all have   
   our skeletons."   
      
   He knew; as he watched her eyes become unfocused, that   
   she was reliving her own personal decent into hell.   
   She'd never told him much of the story, of how she   
   came to be stuck in the same web as he and the other   
   unfortunates. It seemed the fingers of the Consortium   
   reached into all facets of life, across continents and   
   seas. Age, race, or sex made no difference. They took   
   whomever they wished and the only way to survive was   
   to worm your way into the top layers. Anyone below was   
   deemed available for whatever was needed, from test   
   subject to sacrificial lamb. He and Marita were   
   survivors. It was the thing that kept them bonded to   
   one another. It didn't mean he trusted her.   
      
   "What did you plan on doing with her?"   
      
   "Get her out."   
      
   "Just like that?"   
      
   He stood and moved behind the armchair she was sitting   
   in. He could just glimpse the tops of her breasts. He   
   leaned close to her ear, "yes, just like that."   
      
   "Alex?"   
      
   "Shh. We’ve still got time." He undid the first few   
   buttons and spread her blouse open, letting his   
   fingers brush her breasts. "Do you remember, Marita?"   
      
   "Yes, Alex, I remember."   
      
   He pulled her breasts out of the bra, one at a time   
   with his good hand, liking how erect her nipples were   
   already. He loved her breasts. She groaned as his   
   fingers circled one and then the other.   
      
   "Alex?"   
      
   She tipped her head back and he caught her lips   
   roughly with his. "Yes, kotenok?"   
      
   "Fuck me, Alex."   
      
   "I thought you'd never ask."   
      
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   Chapter 32   
      
   Mulder swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump   
   clogging his throat. Scully was partly correct. He was   
   worried about the effect a pregnancy would have on the   
   work. A baby - the possibility of a baby, that whole   
   scenario, worried him. He had meant it when he said   
   all those things about her not being alone. But if he   
   was completely honest, there was a part of him that   
   knew Scully could handle the whole thing on her own.   
   He had been counting on that independence. The sex,   
   well the sex had been an unexpected twist. It was a   
   pleasant twist, but still an unexpected one.   
      
   The sex complicated things more than a potential baby   
   did. As long as the baby was only a potential --   
      
   "Well, Mulder?"   
      
   He pulled himself back to the room and regarded her.   
   Scully gave nothing away; her facial features were   
   schooled into that neutral face he hated so much. He'd   
   rather have her anger than indifference. Even her   
   eyes, usually expressive, were closed off. "I didn't   
   plan on it."   
      
   "Plan on what? The sex or taking off?"   
      
   He took a deep breath and decided to go for raw   
   honesty. "Either."   
      
   "Oh."   
      
   "Let me explain." He leaned in closer and took the cup   
   from her hand, setting it aside with his own. When she   
   tried to pull away he held on tight. "Let me do this   
   my way, okay?"   
      
   "Just don't touch me right now."   
      
   The words were quietly spoken, and he was reminded   
   that her game face was just that. For a moment he'd   
   let himself be fooled into thinking she really was   
   unaffected. He let her hand drop.   
      
   "Scully, I am in this; all the way. I'm not leaving   
   you on your own. But you can't hand me only the bits   
   of information you think I should have." When she   
   started to protest he put his hand to her mouth.   
      
   "You asked a question, now let me answer it my way."   
   When she nodded he continued.   
      
   "For instance, this thing with your abdominal injury.   
   Do you know how much of a shit I felt like sitting in   
   that office? I felt -- like one of those men who keep   
      
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