From: Amatia <violinst@ultra1.pitnet.net>
Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1999 18:21:26 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: "And the Wind Was From the South" (1/1) by Amatia


Title: And the Wind Was From the South
Author: Amatia
Email: violinst@pitnet.net
Category: V,A, slash M/K
Rating: R (for slashy themes)
Spoilers: Paper Clip, Patient X
Archiving: Gossamer. All others, please ask 1st.
Feedback: Sure, if you want.
Summary: Krycek decides to return to Washington.
Note: This is the first piece in my new "North Northwest" series, which
follows the "Hawk and a Handsaw" series. It's kind of a transition piece,
so it's short.

***


"And the Wind Was From the South"
by Amatia

	"He just woke up one morning, and the wind was from the south, and
he found he still knew the difference between a hawk and a handsaw."

				- Ben Fraser, "due South"


	I am not a gentle man, and I never have been.

	The stairwell with Skinner taught me that, as well as Tunguska with
Dmitri. I could beat a man within an inch of his life if it served my
agenda.

	But there is one man who always seems to get the better of me.

	After the scene in his office, I rode the train all night, trying
to get as far from Washington as I could. Trying to get as far from Mulder
as I could. Trying not to think about the fact that Washington was where I
wanted to be - and where I would eventually end up. His words echoed in my
head, "We've had this date for a long time, you and I..."

	How he'd known, I didn't know.

	The train stopped in Virginia, and I disembarked to buy a change of
clothes and eat breakfast in a small restaurant next to the clothing store.
Pancakes, sausage, hashbrowns, orange juice. The breakfast of champions, my
mother used to call it. I ate without tasting most of it, except for the
sourness of the orange juice.

	Then I boarded another train, and rode back to D.C., trying to
decide if I should follow my instinct and go to him like I wanted to. My
entire body was on fire just thinking about it, remembering the way he'd
held me down in the office. Remembering how he'd ripped my shirt, and
bitten my shoulder. And remembering how helpless I had felt.

	I wanted to feel helpless with him again.

	I wanted him to pin me down.

	I wanted him.

	I shifted in the seat, my new black jeans suddenly growing too
tight, and my new black leather jacket growing too warm. I slid out of the
jacket, and settled back against it, using it for a pillow. I closed my
eyes, thinking of ice cubes, and tried to sleep the rest of the way back to
Washington.

	I awoke to the conductor announcing we'd arrived in Arlington, and
that the route was ending here. I guessed I'd have to take a taxi into D.C,
then debated getting a hotel room and sleeping the rest of the day, until I
knew Mulder would be home from work. It was only six-thirty in the morning,
and I was dead tired despite my nap.

	Outside the station, I hailed a taxi, and asked the driver to take
me to the closest cheap motel. He complied, and I was soon unlocking the
door of a single room at the Stay-and-Save Motel with free HBO, and air
conditioning. I laid my new clothes over the single shabby chair, and
collapsed on the bed, understanding once and for all that I could not live
another night without making love to him.

	***

	All of "Hawk and a Handsaw" is on my webpage at
http://personal.pitnet.net/london/fic/fanfic.html and you kind if need to
read at least "Dark Frontier" and "Desert and Rain" to know what Krycek's
talking about in this.

violinst@pitnet.net
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