From: Amatia Date: Sun, 2 Aug 1998 10:55:17 -0500 (CDT) Subject: "Author's Files" (1/1) by Amatia (I accidentally sent this from a different email before, and I haven't seen it show up on the list yet, so if it has, please forgive me!) Title: Author's Files Author: Amatia Email: violinst@pitnet.net Distribution: Gossamer is cool, anywhere else, please drop me a line. Rating: PG-13 for slash mentionings. Category: VH Summary: Krycek and The Author have a little chat. :-) ------- Author's Files by Amatia The Author was sitting in her swivel chair, making faces at her Evil!Macintosh and chewing on a pen when the door swung open and banged against the wall. With a bang. She looked up as Krycek stalked into the room. "Morning, Alex." "Don't "morning, Alex" me," he snapped, a sulky look on his face. "Someone's touchy this morning," The Author said, leaning back in her chair. "Did you not find enought smut involving you on the Internet last night?" She grinned evilly, and Krycek scowled. "Why do you all always have to pair me with Mulder? Why can't I sleep with someone else? Marita, maybe?" "Nononono!" the Author exclaimed. "That happened *on* the show, and that hurt us enough. And why'd you do it, Alex?!" "Carter made me," he grumbled. "He knew that I'd be getting a lot of smut from that kiss scene with Mulder." "It was nice smut, Alex!" she countered. "Oh yeah? You go look at the new listings at Gossamer!" He flopped down in the chair across from her. "At least you don't make a really big deal about my arm." "I don't see the need to," The Author replied. "So, what did you come to see me about?" Krycek leaned forward in his chair. "I want a *big* speech." "You want a *big* speech?" she looked puzzled. "Clarify, please." "I wanna rant for ten minutes about whatever I want. Mulder gets to rant and rave. Look at your last story. He got to yell at Scully about abductions." "He didn't *yell*, Alex," she snapped. "He got to push Scully over a couch!" "I had to put some UST into it, you know." The Author scowled at him. "I have 'shipper roots. I can't deny it all the time. Even if I have been converted. Besides, without that, it just would have been an argument. What, did you want me to have Mulder jump on the trash can like he did in 'Bad Blood'?" "Well, no, that was a little psychotic actually," Krycek admitted. "But back to the original subject. I want a big long speech." "I wrote you three vignettes, Alex," she reminded him. "But it's not the same. I can rant to the reader. I want to rant to someone else." "Who? Mulder? Scully? *Spender?*" Krycek gagged. "Please, don't ever put me near him." "Sorry. Already did." The Author patted the Evil!Mac and grinned. "But it's not slashy, don't worry, Alex." Krycek sighed in relief. "Do I have an arm in this new story?" "No. It's a post-Terma story. Post-Season Five." "Everything you write is Post-Terma!" he argued. "I want an arm in one of your stories! I don't care if I have to sleep with Mulder. It'll be better with two arms, anyway..." "Alex!" she exclaimed. "You didn't just say what I thought you said!" "Uhm...." He turned bright red. The Author grinned in exitement. "You know that I'm going to use that to the best advantage now." "Aww, you already have two stories where I get naked with Mulder!" "Two is not enough. I have tasted slash...." "...and you want more," Krycek sighed. "Fine. But I get to have two arms." "Deal," she said. "I already have an idea. But you don't just jump into bed with Mulder. It's a more gradual thing." "Please don't have me get drunk and proposition Mulder." "I haven't ruled that out as a slight possibility. But don't get too worked up," she warned as he scowled again. "And stop scowling at me. You're still my favorite." He grinned despite himself. "Even with one arm?" "Even with one arm," she assured him. Krycek relaxed in his chair. "Can I have my rant?" "I'll think about it. What do you have to rant about if you have both your arms? Tell me." "I can have an argument with Mulder about alien abductees." "Been done too many times with Scully," The Author countered. "Next idea." "We can argue over whatever your new idea is about." He waggled his eyebrows. "You gonna tell me?" "Maybe later," she said with a grin. "Now, give me a kiss and shoo. I have work to do." "Two arms," he said and kissed her quickly. "I get two arms. And a speech." "Two arms. But I have to think of a speech idea." "All right. I'll be back later to check." "Where you off to?" she asked. Krycek grinned. "MKRA, of course." Then he vanished, leaving the Author to stare wide-eyed after him. ---end---