Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-files characters, I'm
only borrowing them for an amusing pastoral frolic. No one's going to
make a damn dime off of this story, not me, not any Fox Television
executive or 1013 Production person suing me. Its a loosing proposition
all around.

This story can be posted in its entirety anywhere as long as the headers
are in place.

"The Cabin" is the first part of a two or three part work the follows a
year in the life of Alex Krycek after he gets out of the missile silo.
The second part, "the Island" has already been written and will be
posted in about one week. The third part is still unnamed and unwritten.

This story is rated NC-17.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex
including sex between people of the same gender. If you are under 18 or
are easily offended I suggest you read something else, or go watch TV
damnit! Lets put it this way, in my X-files universe _everyone_ gets
laid. And if they're not getting laid in my story, you can assume
they're getting laid off stage. Yes, I'm a seasoned a.s.s. poster and
that should be very apparent to anyone reading this story. This is my
first foray onto a.x.t.c. so please don't flame me for content. Stilted
dialogue, convoluted plots or lack of plot, unrealistic
characterizations, that I can be flamed for, but you've been warned
about the sex.

"The Cabin"  by Cathy Lee.
Part 1

dedicated to Brenda Antrim. (If you are familiar with her work you will
soon know why.)
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At ten that night Mulder met the mysterious contact in the parking lot
of a restaurant three blocks away from his apartment.

"Here's something that may interest you, Mulder." he said handing the
agent a manila envelope. "Recently the consortium  has been doing a
little housecleaning. ..Inside are authorizations for the transfer of a
prisoner from the ward for the criminally insane at the Massachusetts
State Mental Hospital in Worcester  to St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital
in Washington D.C.... The prisoner's name is Raymond Shaw.  All I can
tell you Mulder is that this prisoner may have some very valuable
information for you, but I can't tell you why.  Agents escorting the
prisoner are scheduled to arrive at the hospital tomorrow at noon. 
Except for the fact that I've substituted yours and Scully's names as
the escort agents, these are exact duplicates of real authorization 
orders to be presented to the head of the Massachusetts  hospital.  I
suggest that you and your partner arrive earlier in the day and
intercept this prisoner before the arrival of the actual agents
scheduled to escort him.  For your information Mulder these agents are
under  orders to execute this man as soon as they get him off the
hospital grounds"

Mulder took the envelope from his mysterious contact. "What  am I
supposed to do with this man after I  intercept him, I don't suppose I'm
to continue to St. Elizabeth's with him?"

"You'll know when you see him and no, the administers at St. Elizabeth's
aren't expecting him. The pretense that Raymond Shaw will be observed
for part of a criminal profiling study at St. Elizabeth's, which you'll
read  about in the authorization  report, is entirely false. No one is
expecting this prisoner. Essentially he's a dead man tomorrow
afternoon,  so kill him if you feel that you need to but in the meantime
he has information  you may find very valuable." 

Mulder cringed at the caviler suggestion  made by his contact that he
would want to kill someone simply because they ceased to be useful to
him.

"You're familiar with the FBI protocol  for transferring  prisoners 
across state lines?"

"No, not really but I can look it up in the manuals."

"No need, I've Xeroxed the pertinent sections for you to save you a
little time." He handed Mulder a thick manila envelope stuffed with
Xeroxes. "You've got to be able to convince the hospital staff that
you're the real McCoy.  Remember, agents that escort prisoners, that's
all they do. Any variation in the established  routine will be
suspicious. Also make sure you call first thing in the morning and let
the hospital staff know that you'll be arriving  at least  three hours
earlier."

Mulder quickly glanced over the file he received from his contact
reading the brief description of the mental patient and his crimes. "I
don't understand  how could delusional crackpot who went on a shooting
rampage at a garden nursery in  Long Island two years ago be of any
assistance to the kind of work I'm trying to do?"

"I can't tell you any more Mulder.  Just suffice to say that if this man
falls into their hands tomorrow a potentially invaluable source of
information will be lost to you forever."  With that the mysterious man
got out of Mulder's car. "Remember Mulder time is of the essence,
something you seem to forget occasionally."

*****************************************************

 As soon as Mulder returned to his apartment he called Scully and made
arrangements for them to fly to Boston  on the USAir 6:50 flight.  Then
he began pouring over movement authorization  orders, a bogus document
generated by the consortium  containing  little useful information  but
which would nevertheless  serve them well the next day. He began looking
over the protocol descriptions.  His contact had not only Xeroxed pages
and pages of regulations  but had actually gone through and highlighted
the most important parts for him. Mulder began to become aware of just
how important his contact thought  the interception of this prisoner
really was.

After too short of  a night he and his partner were driving in a rented
Ford Taurus towards Worcester through the cold November morning. Scully
was going over the protocols one last time. "Maybe we should have gotten
an official FBI car at the Boston office. Guards escorting prisoners
usually don't  drive rental cars."

"Are you kidding it would have taken hours to sign out a car. We're
running late as it is. Not only that but it would have aroused
suspicion, we really have no business being in Boston this morning. 
We're supposed to be finishing up the reports from our last case."

"Mulder,  I've been racking my brain all night and I can't even begin to
imagine what this is all about. How do you know we're not being set up?"

"If it looks like a set up we'll find some pretense to back out, but
I've got to tell you Scully, this source has been right on the money
time and time again. He was the same guy that tipped me off about the
subliminal cable messages in Braddack Heights."

They arrived at the hospital an hour latter than they had hoped and
drove straight to the administration building.  Inside they met the
administrator in charge of the criminally insane ward, Dr. Marsha
Driggers, an attractive yet stocky woman in her late forties. They had
no difficulty convincing her that they were indeed legitimate.

"While the prisoner is being prepared for transport  I need to brief you
on a few things regarding the prisoner which may be pertinent to you.
Since you're obviously not medical personnel I won't bore you with
medical terms," Out of the corner of his eye Mulder saw his partner roll
her eyes. "but I must say I'm glad to see this prisoner go. He's so ill
however I would imagine he would only skew the results of any criminal
profiling study that he's part of. ...  I've never seen a more
steadfastly delusional individual at this particular institution.  As
you probably know Raymond Shaw was serving three consecutive life
sentences at Rikers Island when he was transferred  here three months
ago. How he ever went through his trial and sentencing  without being
determined to be totally insane I'll never know, a steadfast prosecutor
on a mission or grieving families out for revenge, I suppose.  The
warden at Rikers Island, Mr. Harris, lobbied for months to transfer  Mr.
Shaw to a mental institute. Technically it was illegal for them to keep
him in a regular prison because of the very strong schizophrenia drugs
he was taking. For months nothing came of Mr. Harris's efforts when out
of the blue the transfer was approved.  Shaw's been with us for the last
two months and seems to  be getting worse"

"Just out of curiosity Dr. Driggers, just what are the nature of the
delusions that Mr. Shaw is suffering from?"

"Mainly his identity,  he keeps insisting he's someone else. Sometimes
he's so caught up in this delusion that he seems to have  no memory of
his past or of his crime. He also insists he's been possessed by
aliens."

Mulder added, "Who does he say he is?, Just so we'll know for the drive
back, in case it comes up in conversation?"

Dr. Driggers let out a derisive laugh "There shouldn't be much
conversation during the trip we've put him on an extra dose of
sedatives.  He shouldn't give you any trouble at all. But he says he's
Alec, or Alex, anyway , I can't remember,."

 At this shocking revelation , Mulder sensed his partner tense up at his
side. He exchanged a knowing and dreading glance with her.

"... To be quite honest I really doubt the wisdom of transporting  this
prisoner by car.  He may become violent if his medication begins to wear
off.  Since its going to take you the rest of the day to drive to
Washington you're going to have to remedicate him throughout the day.
After I see that your authorization  is in order you can pick him up in
building G"

Scully fought hard to maintain her composure "Dr. Driggers I've also
been asked to hand deliver  photocopies of any files you may have
regarding this prisoner."

"That will be no problem at all, I'll have the record clerk prepare them
while we go pick up the prisoner.  Unfortunately, Agent Scully, the
records regarding this prisoner  are incomplete.  Mr. Shaw was convicted
of six counts of murder but I was never able to get any trial summaries 
or sentencing orders, much less police records, all of which we're
required to keep.  Another thing, the psychological profile  report of
this prisoner is really, ...well, weird.  How they ever arrived at a
diagnosis of schizophrenia  given the tests that were conducted,  I'll
never know. It never made any sense to me. But I guess that's why they
want him for this new study."

Mulder and Scully exchanged glances, it was all starting to make sense.
Even though Dr. Driggers was completely oblivious  it would have been
painfully obvious to anyone remotely suspecting  mechanizations of this
nature. The idea of shutting  your political enemies away in mental
institutions  was not a new one but the degree of disingenuous
sophistication  employed for such an endeavor in a democracy  was truly
unsettling.

It took about a half hour for the agents to sign all the necessary
paperwork while Dr. Driggers went over their authorization  in minute
detail. Afterwards she arose and said "Well  let's go meet Raymond Shaw,
multiple murderer,  shall we?"

Marsha Driggers lead them down a corridor  to building G.  Mulder and
Scully followed behind her whispering to one another. Mulder was
becoming more and more agitated.

"If this is who I think it may be I'm going to freak."

"Just stay calm Mulder."

"What if he recognizes us or refuses to go with us."

"According to Driggers he's so drugged up right now I sincerely doubt he
will, but if he does I hope he realizes we're here to save his ass. I'd
say it's very unlikely he'll refuse to go with us."

Dr. Driggers stopped in front of a orange metal door with a small window
at the top of it. "Well here we are and..." ,glancing through the glass
window, "it looks like Shaw is all ready to go." She unlocked the door
and proceeded inside followed by Scully and Mulder.

The room was empty except for a institutional metal chair. An overweight
guard was standing next to the chair on which sat a young man with a
practically shaved head slumped over and completely chained at the
ankles, wrists and neck.  It was, as they suspected,  Alex Krycek who
didn't even look up when his former associates, enemies, and now saviors
entered the room.

"Mr. Shaw I want you to meet the agents who will be escorting you to
Maryland. This is Agent Dana Scully and this is Agent Fox Mulder."
Scully and Mulder apprehensively  hung back behind Driggers  not knowing
what to expect.

Krycek looked up at the two vaguely familiar faces of the newcomers in
front of him.  The worried looks on their faces made him laugh, he had
no idea why. Nor did he have any idea why they were here or why he was
chained head to foot.  The tall man called Mulder approached him with a
look on his face as if he was approaching  a lion in a cage.

 Mulder fought back feelings of revulsion and pity  towards the figure
slumped over in the chair. His genuine hatred of Krycek had been one of
the more troubling of the many troubling things in his life in the last
few years. He never thought he would have been capable of hating anyone
like he hated Krycek. Maybe he could leave this man to die at the hands
of those who were coming later that afternoon.  Now he understood why
his source suggested he might want to kill him.  But he knew, and Scully
knew, that Krycek was the key to bringing down their real enemies.
Somewhere in the back of the deranged head of Raymond shaw lay
everything they needed to know.

"Mr. Shaw I don't know if you can understand  me or not but Agent Scully
and I are going to be escorting you to Maryland. You're going to be
driving in a car with us for the next eight hours or so, that's why
you've been chained.  When we get you the hospital in Maryland we'll be
able to unchain you."

Driggers addressed the guard. "Mr. Brown  will you escort Mr. Shaw to
the agent's car and watch him while I finish the paperwork."

"Yes I will, who gets the keys to the restraints?"

"I'll take them, "Scully said taking the keys from Brown.

"I guess I needn't remind you these restraints are the property of the
State of Massachusetts  and need to be returned as quickly as possible.
Since you didn't bring your own set today I'm willing to lend you these
but you must send them back. I'll have you sign a lending agreement when
we return to my office."

Brown led Krycek to their car while Scully and Mulder  went over some
last minute details with Dr. Driggers in her office.

"Here are the records you've requested  Agent Scully. I'm sorry they are
incomplete. Walter Reed will have to write to the Justice Department of
the State of New York for the missing parts."

"Just out of curiosity Dr. Driggers who would have access to these
records besides hospital  staff?"

"Normally no one would have access to any records of a civilian patient
at this facility. We maintain strict patient/doctor confidentiality,
however patients like Mr. Shaw who are convicted felons do not have this
privilege. Our institutional review board commonly reviews the records
of those patients in the ward for the criminally insane.  In fact
recently these records have been reviewed extensively by the board
because of the controversy  the existence of this ward has caused in the
community."

"I see, thank you very much."

Mulder  noticing the time frantically whispered, "Scully, we have got to
go it's eleven-forty."

Just then a small intercom on Dr. Driggers desk buzzed. She held it down
and her secretaries  voice chimed through, "Dr. Driggers, two agents
from the FBI here to escort another prisoner."

Driggers answered back "Tell them to wait, their appointment's not until
twelve, I'll be with them in a minute."

 Scully and Mulder were in a panic but trying not to show it. Mulder
hurriedly arose, "We have to go right now."

"I know you do, listen I know what's going on, I suspected it from the
first week that prisoner was transferred  here. I'm sorry to say he's
not the first to come through here under these kinds of circumstances.
Them showing up confirms my suspicions." She arose and showed them to a
door beside her desk leading down a long corridor. "Go to the end of
this corridor and take the stairs to the exit.  Mr. Brown will be
waiting in front of H building with your car and Mr. Shaw, . . . or
whatever his name really is.  Ask  Mr. Brown for directions to the back
entrance to this facility. I'll call the guard post and tell them to be
expecting you. In the meantime I'll keep these two stalled so you can
get a head start out of here."

Mulder extended his hand. "Thank you, thank you for trusting us,  you're
doing the right thing."

"I know, I've dealt with those two before, they're sinister creeps. 
Every time we have a patient  like Mr. Shaw they always take them away
and the patients turn up missing, .. Go now."

Scully and Mulder ran down the hall and out the door. Krycek was waiting
for them in the back seat of their car fully chained and totally out of
it. The sped away from the hospital as quickly as possible.

Mulder was so unhinged by the presence of Krycek and their narrow escape
he continually cursed to himself and banged on the side of the steering
wheel. Scully sat in the back seat of the car next to the catatonic
Krycek and tried to calm her partner down. "Just drive Mulder. Calm down
and stay cool. Get on the highway so you don't have to think about where
you're going."

A few minutes later they were speeding west on US 90 towards
Springfield. Mulder seemed considerably calmer once they were on the
road and out of town.

"When we get to Springfield  we'll stop and decide what we're going to
do. In the meantime I'd like to go over these medical records to see
exactly what kind of shape Krycek is in." She regarded the man next to
her. He was an incredibly handsome man even in dull hospital clothing,
his jaw dropping open and his blank stare. The manacles and chains only
added to his appeal, she though slyly to herself.  She then turned her
attention back to his records.  He'd been taking allot of sedatives, 
well that would have to end immediately if he was going to be any use to
them. They would have to be prepared to face the withdrawal symptoms
that would be expected in the next few hours and days, emotional
distress, agitation and even violence, not to mention the physical
symptoms of nausea and chills.  Thank god for the manacles.  Krycek was
also taking strong drugs for schizophrenia.  On a healthy person these
drugs acted as a strong depressant  and often triggered psychosis. Even
though it would be dangerous she would have to take  Krycek off all
these drugs immediately.  There was no time to wean him off safely and
slowly. Furthermore she suspected that Krycek had been brainwashed or
hypnotized into believing he was the killer Raymond Shaw.  How much of
his real identity he would be able to recall even without the drugs
remained to be seen.

By the time the got to Springfield, Krycek was starting to become aware
of his surroundings. He recognized Scully and Mulder as people he had
know before he went to prison and was vaguely aware that he was
traveling away with them and that his life would never be the same. The
revelation that he remembered something before prison, before the
killings before he knew he was Raymond shaw, gave him such a sense of
joy he began to cry.

  Scully looked at him awkwardly, ...obviously the withdrawal had begun.
"It's going to be like this for the next few days Mulder, until the
drugs are all out of his body and then its going to be a hell of allot
of work for him to get his memory back." Scully reached over with a
tissue wiped the tears from Krycek's cheek. "We just have to decide
where it's going to be like this."

By now Mulder had pulled into the parking lot of a suburban strip mall
on the outskirts of Springfield. "How about the summer house in
Connecticut."

"I don't think we can go there or a hotel. Cancerman's been there I
don't think it will take to long for him to figure out to look for us
there. And one's just too visible at hotels, especially with a
drugged-up prison escapee in chains."

"I don't know where to go with him, I know some people who have an
apartment in New York City. They live in Florida in the winter."

"Actually Mulder I have a much better idea and we're almost there.  A
very good friend of mine has a cabin on a lake in the Adirondaks.  She
said I could use it anytime. No one will be there this time of year.  We
don't even have to wait for a key, they keep one hidden."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I'll call her right now from that pay phone and ask her if it's all
right"

"What if she says no"

"Oh, I'm sure she'll say yes, I know exactly  what to say."

Scully ran across the parking lot to the pay phone at the end of the
strip mall. While she was gone Mulder turned around and regarded their
prisoner in the back seat. Krycek stared backed at him blankly. He was
no longer crying but his eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were
wet. Mulder tried to stare him down with malice . Krycek looked confused
and slightly panicked.

"Do you know who you are?"

Krycek was beginning to choke back tears again. With slurred speech he
responded, "I'm not sure, I think my name is Raymond but I'm not sure."
He sounded totally defeated and tired.

"Your name is Alex Krycek, do you remember that?"

Krycek began wailing and beating his head against the inside of the car.
His behavior was so unexpectedly violent that Mulder felt compelled to
look around the parking lot to make sure no one was watching.

  Mulder found it ironic yet upsetting that a man he had known as a
killer, a liar and a thief could be reduced to such a blathering 
helpless moron. Why had the consortium bothered to keep him alive for so
long and only decide to kill him now? His contact had mentioned
"housekeeping".  Could Krycek have had a protector who had thrown him in
the mental institute to save his life? . . . Maybe his existence in the
institute had gone unnoticed to the consortium  until recently or his
impending execution had been the outcome of a power struggle. . . .
Maybe Krycek wasn't going to be executed at all but rehabilitated,  and
perhaps the contact had lied to him....  Maybe it was all a setup,
Krycek could be involved, maybe even Dr. Driggers....  But until further
evidence presented itself Mulder knew he had to go on what was the most
obvious,... that everything his contact had said was true, that they had
narrowly saved Krycek from death two and a half hours earlier and that
Krycek was as drugged up and deluded as Scully seemed to think he was. 
But he knew, he could never trust him, he would never settle for the
most obvious explanation, and he would always hate Krycek no mater how
helpless and pathetic he was.  And he knew he would never be free from
that hatred until he was able to satisfy it with some type of vengeance.
 Mulder turned his eyes forward to the cold overcast late November sky.
Scully was bounding back from the telephone now, laughing to herself. 
He had to grin. She was usually so serious. It was rare to see her ever
crack a smile at work much less in a situation like this. He had to know
when she got back in the car.

"Scully what's so funny?"

"Oh nothing, it's just that my friend was reluctant to let me use the
cabin until I told her it was for a romantic tryst."

"Oh so deprogramming  a hired killer who is privy to information  about
a conspiracy to conduct human/alien hybrid experiments  wasn't good
enough. You had to tell her you were having a 'romantic tryst'."

"Yes, not only that Mulder. . ."  she was laughing uncontrollably  now,
"she insisted on knowing who I was having this tryst with. I wouldn't
tell her so she started guessing. I denied everyone, so finally she
insisted she knew who it was and I had to tell her that yes, she was
right,... that it was with you."

"Oh Jesus."

"Mulder she was so happy it was with you she told me where the secret
stash of wine was. She insisted we stay as long as we like. Its her
little love nest you know."

"Romantic tryst, huh," he indicated to the sobbing form of Krycek
slumped in the back seat, "Maybe we should dump him off right here."

"I called Skinner too."

"Oh god, I hope you didn't use that same romantic tryst story."

"He already knows what we did Mulder but he has no idea who it is that
we picked up. I told him I couldn't tell him what we were up to but that
I would try to make it back to Washington  tomorrow and that you would
be gone for at least a few days. He says he'll cover for us, he trusts
us Mulder."

They were headed out west on 90 again. "All right, where is this cabin?"

"It's about two hours north of Albany. Albany's straight ahead on this
road but I think we should stop for supplies as soon as possible, . . .
and clothes for him.     Also Mulder I think we need to start being super
paranoid.  Do you realize how bad it is for them that we have him and
how important it is for them to find him and kill him.  They might even
kill us if we're in the way."

"Scully this is so unlike you, usually you leave the paranoia up to me."

"Well I think there's plenty of paranoia to go around today. I wouldn't
be surprised if Cancerman starts working on Skinner to put the pressure
on us. And I don't think we should use our cell phones anymore, they can
pick up the radio signals, not until we figure out what it is exactly
that we're doing.  The phone at the cabin has been cut off for the
winter so we'll be totally unreachable until we actually drive out of
there."

"We're going to have to figure out where to stash him until he's in
shape to give us the information  we want. Then we're going to have to
figure out what to do with him after that. I really doubt your friend
will let us stay at her place that long, nor will Skinner be so
supportive."

"Well, I can always tell my friend that not only did we tryst at the
cabin, we decided to stick around and raise a family."

Mulder laughed out loud.

END OF PART ONE


Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-files characters, I'm only
borrowing them for an amusing pastoral frolic. No one's going to make a
damn dime off of this story, not me, not any Fox Television executive or
1013 Production person suing me. Its a loosing proposition all around.

This story is rated NC-17.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex
including sex between people of the same gender. If you are under 18 or
are easily offended I suggest you read something else, or go watch TV
damnit!

"The Cabin" part 2. (Dedicated to Brenda Antrim, whereever you are!
Please post more stories.)

It was eight o'clock at night before they arrived at the cabin. They had
taken turns driving and watching Krycek who was getting more and more
agitated as the drugs wore off.  After they arrived they handcuffed 
Krycek to the bed in the upstairs loft and began setting up house for
the next few days. Even though the cabin was small, it was rather
luxurious by Adirondaks standards with running hot and cold water,
electricity and a fireplace.  It was right on the north shore of
Otterback Lake. The full moon broke through the cloud cover in the cold
late November sky casting an ghostly glow across the lake. The wind
picked up the scent of wood smoke and decaying balsam nettles, perfuming
the entire forest. Mulder and Scully prepared a simple dinner of baked
chicken and pasta which they sat down to eat with the unexpected and
shackled guest.

 Krycek was starting to talk now, he insisted that he remembered them
but he had no idea how. He explained how he remembered being in prison
for so many months and how he had previously gone berserk at the garden
nursery and shot ten people before being subdued by an employee.

"My wife Amy was one of the people I killed." He bowed his head and
began sobbing.  "We were arguing over Hydrangeas and I just snapped"

Mulder and Scully exchanged a look as if to say "My god whoever made up
this story with which to brainwash this man had quite an imagination."

Mulder challenged him, "I have a question for you . . .Raymond. . .what
is it you did for a living, before you were arrested?"

" I don't remember."

"Well first of all your name isn't Raymond it's Alex Krycek and you were
an FBI agent."

Krycek looked pale and cast his eyes downward.

"You never committed those murders you remember, You've been hypnotized
into believing that you did."

" No, I know I committed those murders I remember them in so much
detail. I shot my wife Amy, she lay on the ground bleeding to death,
then I shot anyone who tried to get near her."

"But you can't remember anything about your life before then do you?
That's because you didn't have a life before then, you were someone
else. Your name is Alex Krycek, you grew up in Miami Florida, you went
to school at the University of Florida, you were in the Navy for four
years and then you joined the FBI."

Krycek looked totally confused  and pale.

Mulder's voice was beginning to get challenging and demanding, "You 
didn't shoot your wife.  Do you want to know how I know that? Its
because you were never married."

Scully glanced over to Mulder as if to say, 'Knock it off your going to
hard on him'  and asked "How do you know so much about Krycek's life?"

"Well I was his partner for a few months, we talked some I guess, even
though I never liked him. After he disappeared I got a copy of his
personnel file to see if I could figure out who he was working for. 
There was nothing in his file after his transfer from the Miami regional
office to Washington  D.C.."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing at all except that he was still on the payroll."

Mulder and Scully cleaned up their dishes and reshackled Krycek to the
loft bed.

"He'll come around eventually Mulder, but he's definitely been
hypnotized. I'm going to see if Dr. Gramn from Buffalo is willing to
come out and help us de-hypnotize him, if such a thing is possible."

***************************************
The next morning Scully arose, showered and silently dressed trying not
to wake the two men sleeping in the living room. She quietly packed up
her suitcase and tiptoed into the kitchen to fix some coffee before her
long drive back to Boston. There was Mulder sound asleep on the couch.
The way he clutched the thin blanket around him reminded her for news
footage of a refugee camp she had seen on the television the other
night. Poor exhausted people collapsing en masse shoulder to shoulder,
with no belonging except what they were able to carry on their backs and
no vision of the future. Mulder seemed so vulnerable, so unsure of what
he was looking for, what he wanted out of life. 

Krycek was thrashing around in the loft bed.  This was typical of drug
withdrawal he might be up for days and then sleep for days. She made a
mental note to bring some medications to help him through the process.
She really ought to ask Mulder if she could bring him anything. She
hated to wake him up though.

"Mulder, Mulder," she gently shook his shoulder. He stirred and turned
around to face her. 

"What?" He  rolled over on his back to face her standing over him

"I'm leaving now, is there anything I can bring you, from the office or
from your house?"

"Yeah, could you bring those reports from the office?"

"Sure, anything else?"

He paused for a minute, she thought he might be falling back to sleep.
"How about some more outdoorsy clothes? If you don't mind could you go
to my apartment and get boots, jeans and a jacket?"

"Sure."

"And a fishing pole?"

"Mulder you don't even have a fishing pole, besides you're not going to
find any fish on the lake this time of year" she whispered to him.

"Just kidding, ...actually I was dreaming about fishing." He rolled back
over to fall back asleep.

"Mulder."

"What", he seemed a little irritated. "Do you need gas money or
something?"

"No I just wanted you to know that I'll be back at around one o'clock
tomorrow."

"Okay see you then, one o'clock tomorrow." He rolled back over and was
asleep in minutes. 

Scully began he long drive back to Boston.  Before she even was away
from the mountains a torrential late autumn rain storm began, making
driving conditions hazardous.  She drove on as quickly as she could
never stopping except for a quick lunch at a fast food salad bar in
Springfield. She finally reached the Boston airport at about two thirty
in the afternoon which gave her plenty of time to catch the four o'clock
shuttle to Washington. As was customary, she declared her concealed
weapon to the airline at the ticket counter and proceeded through
security to wait at the gate.  While she was waiting she tried to call
Dr. Gramn in Buffalo to see if he would be available to assist them with
Krycek. Unfortunately she was unable to reach him. She called Skinner to
reconfirm their meeting for that evening. She asked him if he would mind
finding a psychologist who did regressive hypnosis and would be willing
to travel to see a patient. 

"That's a tall order Scully, for this late in the day." 

She suddenly thought of a friend of the family's, someone who had helped
both her and Melissa. "Oh I have an idea, I know someone you can call."

After boarding the flight Scully presented the necessary forms to the
flight crew declaring that she was a law enforcement agent with the FBI
and was carrying a concealed weapon.  Her seat was an uncomfortable
center seat towards the back of the aircraft. Well she was flying
standby, she couldn't expect the best, and these flights were usually
oversold.  A few minutes before the plane pushed back from the gate the
flight attendant came over to her and spoke to her in a low whispered
tone.  

"Agent Scully, as is FAA policy I need to inform you that there are two
other law enforcement agents on board who are also carrying concealed
weapons."

"Oh really, where are they and who are they with?" 

"They're three rows up in 16 D and E and they're also with the FBI.
They're names are agents Johnson and Dzysosky." Scully paused, she knew
those names, yes she'd worked with them before somewhere. She glanced
up. Two men were waving to her, yes she definitely knew them. Dzysosky
had taught a course in surveillance technique during the same time she
was at Quantico. They seemed to be calling to her.

"Scully come on up here, we have an extra seat."  There was a handsome
man calling her name, waving at her, how could she resist. 

"Excuse me," she said to her seat mates and went up to join the two
other agents.

"Hi Dzysosky, gosh its been a long time, I can't remember your first
name though."

"Steve, its Steve Dzysosky and this is my partner Ray Johnson."

Johnson reached out to shake her hand. "Hi, nice to meet you Scully,
please have a seat,"

"Its Dana Scully, nice to meet you too," The two men moved over to make
room for her.

"Gosh Steve, do you mind if I call you Steve, what's it been, four years
since we worked at Quantico together." 

"Has it been that long, Dana? You look better than ever." He gave her a
wide grin.

What a handsome man he was, she thought to herself, a little less than
forty years old, beautiful face, full head of dark wavy hair, definite
dimples when he smiled, which was often, and what appeared to be a
gorgeous body under that gray wool suit. Johnson and Dzysosky were both
in great moods, they were going for a meeting in Washington and were
both likely to be temporarily assigned there for several months to
rewrite the FBI's surveillance protocol if their propositions were
accepted at the meeting they were attending in the morning, which was
almost a guaranteed thing. They ordered drinks throughout the flight,
Scully herself relaxed considerably after a gin and tonic.  They asked
Dana if she wouldn't mind showing them around the town.

"Well, I can't tonight, I have a meeting to go to myself, with my boss
no less, plus I have a lot of business I have to take care of for a case
my partner and I are working on this week. I have to line up a
physiologist to see a witness tomorrow, the one I was going to use
apparently isn't available.

"You're working on the X-files project aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"With that Mulder guy? What's he like?"

"Oh, he's all right, I get along with him pretty well. Actually, we've
gotten to be really good friends."

"You're going to have to tell me all about it, I hear those cases are
pretty interesting. Listen, you _must_, _must_, _must_ have diner with
me the first night in town that you're available." To emphasis his point
he gently squeezed her hand. She glanced down to see if there was a ring
on his hand. No ring!

"Oh, I don't know Steve, I'm so busy..."

"All I'm asking is diner, I'll buy . you choose the place. You don't
expect me to have to go out with Johnson every night I'm cloistered in
Washington, do you?  I mean I need a little variety, I have to work with
the guy everyday."

"All right, listen tell me where you're staying and I'll call you next
week."

"All right you promise, I'll track you down if you don't."

Scully smiled mischeiviously and flirtatiously at Steve. "If I give you
_my_ phone number will you promise to use it?"  Johnson leaned back and
grinned at his partner.

"Hell, will I use it, you bet, I'll probably put a wiretap on it." he
laughed. 

Scully laughed too, she was really happy she'd run into these men. 
END OF PART 2
**************
 
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-files characters, I'm only
borrowing them for an amusing pastoral frolic. No one's going to make a
damn dime off of this story, not me, not any Fox Television executive or
1013 Production person suing me. Its a loosing proposition all around.

This story is rated NC-17.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex
including sex between people of the same gender. If you are under 18 or
are easily offended I suggest you read something else, or go watch TV
damnit!

"The Cabin" part 3. (Dedicated to, and highly derivitive of, Brenda
Antrim.)



The next afternoon, hours after Scully had driven back to Boston on her
way to Washington, Mulder finished putting away the lunch dishes and
settled down in an arm chair to begin reading the warden's report and
prison records of Raymond Shaw. He briefly glanced at Krycek reading a
book curled up and handcuffed by his left wrist to the couch arm, his
bangs flopping haphazardly about his face. He had showered earlier,
handcuffed to the grip on the soap dish, and Mulder had provided him
with a clean pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved tee-shirt, nothing
more. He was desperately trying to tuck his bare feet under his legs to
keep warm. Mulder had decided as a small cruelty he would not offer
socks, shoes, underwear or anything else unless Krycek specifically
asked for it. He wanted the man to feel at his mercy.

Except for his sobbing fits, so far he was coming down from the drugs
much more evenly and safely than Scully had expected with no violent
physical withdrawal symptoms.

 And Krycek had been sobbing often. Sobbing because of the confusion he
felt over his identity, sobbing with remorse because what he believed he
had done, and sobbing because all that had happened to him.  He didn't
know why he was being held at this cabin by these people who seemed to
hate him yet were protecting him at the same time.  He was starting to
believe the man Mulder when he insisted that his name was Alex and that
he used to work for the FBI.

He was reading a book that he had found on a bookshelf in the back
bedroom, "Crime and Punishment" by Dostoevsky.  He'd read this book
before but he couldn't remember when.  Raskolnikov  seemed like an old
friend to him. He was well acquainted with this character, almost as if
he had been inside the man's head. Then he remembered, he had written a
paper on this book for a Russian Lit class he had taken in college. 
Memories of the class started flooding back to him. He remembered
where'd he sat, he remembered the other books he had to read. He even
remembered the paper he had written on "Crime and Punishment".  He could
see the cover sheet in his mind and tried hard to see the name on the
cover sheet. ...He couldn't quite see it but he knew it wasn't  Raymond
Shaw. His captors wanted it to be Alex Krycek but it wouldn't come to
him

That morning Mulder had made him write the name over and over, Alex
Krycek, one hundred times on a piece of paper. It seemed familiar, but
anything would seem familiar if you repeated it a hundred times.  They
wanted desperately for him to believe that he was Alex Krycek yet they
seemed so angry and disdaining of the very idea.

Meanwhile Mulder turned his attention back to the file. In the file were
several letters written to the prison board by the Rikers Island prison
physician protesting  the incarceration of Shaw with the regular prison
population while under the influence of certain classes of medication.
Also in the file were the records from the prison infirmary. Shaw had
been admitted to the infirmary eleven times in nine months for a total
of three and a half weeks. He had been regularly beaten and abused by
the other inmates. Shaw had been repeatedly treated for broken ribs,
bruises, anal bleeding, bite marks, cigarette burns on his neck and back
and for gonnorhea.  In a strongly stated letter dated one week before
Shaw's transfer to Massachusetts, the physician wrote that he believed
Shaw had been raped on several occasions. He believed that this would
continue as long as Shaw was locked in with the general prison
population because his mental state and the drugs that he was taking
rendered him helpless to the other inmates.

Mulder shifted uncomfortably in his chair upon reading this.  He glanced
over at Alex on the couch who seemed engrossed yet somewhat unsettled
over "Crime and Punishment".  Somehow it seemed like poetic justice that
the man who had caused so much trouble in his and Scully's lives had
become something of a public fuckdoll in prison.  Normally Alex Krycek 
would have been able enough to hold his own against the most hardened
group of prisoners, but drugged up and not even knowing his identity  he
had been totally vulnerable ...and with those lips and that ass he would
have been a dream come true.

Mulder reread this revealing paragraph from the physician's letter over
and over. He moistened his lips with his tongue, upon shifting in his
seat he realized he had become quite aroused. He was ashamed when he
realized that he couldn't keep his mind from dwelling on the vision of
Alex Krycek being brutally raped.  He tried to force himself to confront
what was turning him on more, the thought of violence and indignation
being visited upon his worst enemy or the idea of sex with a very
beautiful man . . . but he couldn't face the answer.  He thought about
going into the bedroom and masturbating  but a slight feeling of disgust
he felt held him back.

"Alex"

The other man looked up. He was getting used to being addressed as Alex
by now.

"I was reading through your prison file about when you were at Rikers
Island..."

Alex was curious, he set his book down and turned his attention to
Mulder.

"I see that you were raped repeatedly by the other inmates." ...Mulder
savored this declaration.

Alex glanced away ashamed. "Yeah, so what."

"Well I'm sorry to hear that, it must have been very painful and
disturbing for you."

Alex could tell, and Mulder knew, this was a lie barely coating over
actual delight.

"Yes it was very disturbing.  I refused to hook up with anyone so I was
fair game. Ever been in prison Mulder?"

"No" He couldn't believe it, Krycek was even going to tell him about it.
This was too good to be true. As Alex's lips parted to speak Mulder
imagined a cock shoved roughly through them. He wetted his own lips and
stared transfixedly at the other man. Shocked at the insincerity of his
own voice  he replied, "It must have been terrible."

"Well actually..." Alex stared him down defiantly, "...in prison ...I
got a taste for it."  He knew the look on Mulder's face, he'd seen it on
so many others before,  a combination  of unbridled lechery and
domination.

Mulder gulped hard, Krycek was challenging him. In so many ways it was
the same old Krycek, same old asshole he wanted to kick the shit out of.

"I like it, ...especially hard up the ass." Even though he was hurt and
confused by the other man's demeanor, with the drugs going out of his
body Krycek was starting to feel more in control than he had in months. 
Somehow he knew that his days of defenseless passivity were over. "Just
let him try and come at me", he said to himself, and to Mulder, "But in
case you're wondering, I won't look twice at a piece of shit  like you."

Krycek seemed to lose it now, he turned away from Mulder infuriated and
sobbing. He truly believed he was in danger of assault from the man who
had handcuffed him and whom he was under the complete control. "Just
stay away from me," he screamed.

Mulder swallowed hard, he felt humiliated and exposed.  He wondered if
it was true, what Krycek said, about liking it. The other man's
exaggerated challenge had enraged him, he had rarely felt the desire to
commit unrestrained  violence as he did at that moment.  He threw down
the files and walked past the couch in order to exit the living room as
quickly as possible.  Krycek was scrunched up on the couch in a
defensive posture  and purely by instinct pushed his legs out as Mulder
passed, catapulting  the other man to the floor.

Mulder arose more enraged than ever. All the hatred he had for Krycek
came boiling to the surface of his mind. He went over to the couch and
smacked the still handcuffed  man as hard as he could in the face,
sending him reeling.  He knew he needed to be as ugly as he could to
Krycek and now he knew exactly how. He grabbed the seated man by the
ankles and pulled him straight out on the couch on his stomach and
climbed on top of his body pinning it down with his own. He grabbed
Krycek's free right wrist and slammed it down hard on the wooden arm of
the couch and grinding the tender flesh hard into the sharp edge with
his own forearm. Krycek was bucking now trying to get out from under him
but Mulder's  anger and position put him in complete control.  With the
weight of his chest Mulder rammed Krycek's forehead down several times
into the hard couch arm provoking screams of pain form the other man. He
pulled the gray sweatpants  completely off and ran his hands over
Krycek's ass,  ...that ass which had been so badly used so often. It was
magnificently  well-muscled and smooth.  Mulder began fumbling with his
own belt and zipper until his erection fell free and he pushed himself
between Krycek's buttocks. The musky heat emanating from therein
hardened Mulder's cock further and drove him into a frenzy.  A voice
inside his head full of revulsion pleaded with him to stop. "You're not
like this, what the hell are you doing, for god's sake!"  But another
voice was louder,  a voice telling him that the time had arrived to
unleash all his pent up anger, all his hatred and all his lust. He
repeatedly tried pushing into the other man beneath him but he was way
too tight and dry for him to enter.

Krycek was shocked at the sudden violence he had elicited from the other
man. Had he goaded him forward on purpose? He had to admit to himself
that he really did like it, he wanted it with other men, but not like
this, not like it had been in prison so many times, but like it had been
so long ago... before any of this nightmare had begun. Mulder's ragged
breathing against his neck and frustrated and painful thrusting caused
him to begin sobbing and pleading, he couldn't let it continue like
this. The intense pain of his right wrist being ground into the armrest
was making him lose his mind. He would do anything this man wanted to
get it to stop.

"Mulder, stop it, please, it doesn't have to be like this. It can be so
much better. ...You have to use lubricant. Get off of me. Please please
get off of me. I'll do whatever you want."

Before he realized the futility of his attempts he thrust downwards a
little longer, more turned on than ever by his enemies pitiful pleading.
Then without speaking he arose from the couch and walked into the
bathroom, his large erection sticking straight forward from his jeans
falling away from his hips.

The only thing he could find suitable was a tube of lemon scented hand
lotion Scully had left. ...Then he remembered the condoms. Scully's talk
about a romantic tryst had opened his mind to unlikely possibilities, 
so he had purchased them on the sly at a drugstore they had passed in
Albany. He grabbed them from the side pocket of his suitcase and headed
back. But before the thought was able to fully jell in his head "No I
can't do this" he was through the door and into the living room.

When he walked through the door there stood Alex, completely naked from
the waist down, under any circumstances  a delicious and beautiful
sight. Under these circumstances however Mulder panicked and stood stock
still. In his desperation  Krycek had dragged the right side of the sofa
still attached to his left wrist all the way over to the kitchen counter
and was just reaching for Mulder's service revolver with his right hand.
Mulder stood at the doorway frozen, disbelieving  of the events that had
elapsed in the last few minutes leading to this moment. While he stood
there, trying to remember if the gun was loaded or not, Krycek picked up
the revolver and aimed it dead at Mulder's eyes.  Tears were streaming
down his face, he pulled the trigger . A soft click issued forth,
...,then another, ...and then another.

Mulder sighed with relief and, still clutching the condoms and hand
cream, ran over slammed his fist in Krycek's face, knocking the gun from
Krycek's hand  and pushing him back down onto the couch.

Alex was sobbing uncontrollably now, he knew he had been defeated.

Mulder suddenly became aware of how he was shocked and disgusted at his
own actions.  What had driven him? he asked himself but he was unable to
face the answer.  It hadn't all been hatred.

"Krycek, I'm sorry, calm down."

Krycek continued to sob to himself curled up in a ball on the end of the
couch, still handcuffed to the arm. He sat there rubbing his sore wrist
against his lips refusing to look at Mulder.

"I think there's some things you should  know about the past,. . .  I'm
only human and I'm very angry at you.  We're enemies,  you did some
terrible things to me and my partner Scully."

 Mulder waited to see if this revelation had any visible affect on him. 
It didn't.

 "I'm not going to hurt you now, I promise."

Krycek looked up inquisitively at Mulder. Something he was saying was
really touching a nerve, bits of memories flashed through his mind.

"You're going to have to remember things at your own rate. Someone's
coming tomorrow who may be able to help you though, after that we'll
come to terms with what you owe me, . . .but you can never pay me back."

Returning to his armchair Mulder picked up his gun and tossed the sweat
pants back to Krycek. "Get dressed.  Do you want something on your feet
you must be freezing?"

Krycek wordlessly pulled the pants back on ignoring Mulder offer. Then
shocking even himself he looked unabashedly at Mulder and said
seductively, "I meant what I said, I'll do whatever you want."

"Then shut up."

"Here we go again, how totally fucked up." thought Mulder to himself. He
arose from his chair, gathered the files from the floor  and went into
the bedroom to read propped up on the bed. He also grabbed his gun and a
box of ammunition that was sitting on the kitchen counter only inches
from where his weapon had laid. He sat on the bed loading his gun and
thought to himself. His hatred was getting the best of him making him
into a totally different person. He needed Scully here to keep him in
line. She won't be back until the next evening however. In the meantime
here he was, bored out of his mind stuck in a cabin with his worst enemy
in the middle of nowhere with no phone, no car, in the middle of
November with incessant rain falling outside. Not only that but those
murderous creeps were probably out looking for them. No wonder the
situation had erupted into sexual violence.
 He laughed to himself at the absurdity of it all. This seemed to
alleviate the shame he felt at his actions. No, Krycek was partially to
blame for it, he'd goaded him on, but, fuck, that was no excuse. Then he
raised the revolver to his head and pantomimed blowing his head off
complete with whistled gunshot noises.

For the rest of the afternoon  Mulder sat on the bed reviewing the
files. There wasn't that much more interesting information in them that
they didn't already know. Krycek had recently been tested for AIDS and
was HIV negative, not that Mulder gave a shit. Krycek had lost almost
twenty pounds in the last few months, and come to think of it he did
look relatively scrawnier. ...The real information they needed won't be
contained in these files. It was what the would be able to get out of
Krycek.  "I'd  better be nicer to him." he thought to himself.

The truth of the matter was that Mulder had nothing to do. All the work
he had been doing at the office was still at the office. He could try to
pump Krycek for information,  but Krycek  was clearly not yet ready. His
mind continued to drift back to earlier that afternoon. He found himself
rereading the physician's letter again and this time a twinge of pity
crossed his mind. But Mulder was still aroused. The sight of Krycek
standing half-naked, wielding a pistol at him, despite the horror of the
situation,  had been frankly erotic.  His gesture had reminded him of
the spear-throwing  soldier in "The Sabine Women". No, no, that was an
exaggeration, Krycek had been desperate and defenseless like a trapped
animal. Mulder embarrassingly tried to focus his thoughts on something
more productive but he found his hands wondering down to his crotch and
idly stroking his erection through his jeans. He couldn't face the truth
even though it was screaming in the back of his mind.

In the other room Krycek lay on the couch hurt and cold. His face was
starting to swell from where he had been smacked twice and he thought
his wrist would never feel the same. He was starting to remember things
now, things that had been suppressed for months. This wasn't the first
time the man Mulder had roughed him up. And Mulder was telling the
truth, he had fucked him over royally and he felt bad about it, but he
didn't know why or under what circumstances. He knew that Mulder and
Scully were his best hope for getting his life and identity straight so
he had to ingratiate himself to them as best that he could.  If he could
just keep Mulder from blowing up at him.

Through the aches of his recent injuries Krycek realized that we felt
nauseous. And he felt edgy as hell. The very act of laying still was
excruciating. As he flailed about on the couch fighting his confusion
and queasiness a single inane though kept reoccurring to  him, -his
captor really was a _very_, _very_ sexy man.

At about six that evening Mulder emerged from the bedroom to find Alex
shivering and sobbing on the couch. He considered the damage he had done
to him. He had a huge knot on his forehead and a blackening bruise on
his cheekbone. His lip was swollen and bleeding. His right wrist was so
bruised and swollen Mulder doubted he could even bend it.

Alex looked up at him standing in the doorway. "I have to go to the
bathroom"

Mulder uncuffed and led him to the bathroom at gun point and Krycek
knelt in front of the toilet groaning.  A few moments later he began
retching. Mulder considered the absurdity of guarding at gun point a man
who was vomiting into a toilet but he knew he could never trust him even
under these circumstances. Besides, this sight was putting a
considerable damper on the obsessive thoughts that had been plaguing him
all afternoon. Eventually Krycek got up and rinsed his mouth in the
sink.

"Do you mind? I have to take a shit."

Mulder wouldn't leave the bathroom but averted his eyes. Krycek pulled
down the sweatpants and sat down on the toilet burying his face in his
hands in a gesture of pure despair.

Mulder decided to leave him for a few minutes.  His prisoner was such a
pitiful sight he found it difficult to look at him. He moved outside the
bathroom standing just on the other side. He heard the toilet flush and
eventually more retching.  He glanced in again to see Krycek down on his
knees again, shaking with chills,

"My god", Mulder thought "how in the hell am I supposed to handle this?"

A few minutes latter Krycek was leaning quietly on the side of the
toilet totally exhausted.  He looked up when Mulder reentered the room.
"I feel much better now."

"Would you feel better if you took a shower and changed your clothes?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Mulder cuffed Krycek to the soap dish again in the shower but Krycek
wouldn't take his sweatpants off until after Mulder had left the
bathroom. "He doesn't trust me anymore" Mulder laughed to himself.
END OF PART 3


Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-files characters, I'm only
borrowing them for an amusing pastoral frolic. No one's going to make a
damn dime off of this story, not me, not any Fox Television executive or
1013 Production person suing me. Its a loosing proposition all around.

This story is rated NC-17.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex
including sex between people of the same gender. If you are under 18 or
are easily offended I suggest you read something else, or go watch TV
damnit!

"The Cabin" part 4. (Dedicated to, and highly derivitive of, Brenda
Antrim.)



The prisoner was able to eat very little of the simple meal of brown
rice, steamed vegetables and leftover chicken served to him yet after
the shower he seemed much more lucid and animated. He told Mulder that
even though his memory was obscure, he had decided to try to believe
whatever Mulder told him because of what he perceived to be glaring 
inconsistencies  in everything he had previously considered to be true.
He continually asked questions about his former life.  Unfortunately 
Mulder was able to answer very little. He had never really known the man
on a personal level.

Alex was idly pushing food around with his fork. He stopped for a moment
and then looked up. "Here's something that's been bothering me for a
long time, and especially  today. ...Was I gay? I mean, ...am I gay?"

Somehow Mulder knew this was coming. "I don't think so but I really
don't know.  ...I always thought of you as straight." Mulder recalled
the constant come-ons Krycek used to make to the female employees at the
FBI. He remembered catching him rake Scully over with his eyes.  ...But
then again, there'd always been something slightly effeminate about him.

"You were ostensibly straight as far as I know, Why, do you think you
were gay?"

"I don't know.  I think I remember making love to women but I don't 
remember who they are, accept for Amy of course."

Mulder was starting to believe there really was someone named Amy who
was somehow involved with the brainwashing.

"There was something more though, other memories, ...but that's not
all."

"Think about what you went through in prison, couldn't that have
effected you memory?" Mulder was trying to be as calm and objective as
possible but for many reasons the conversation was really starting to
get on his nerves.

 "I don't know, I'd like to think I'm able to separate those experiences
from my true feelings of desire."  Krycek shifted his unwavering gaze
into Mulder's eyes.

Mulder glanced away. "Can we just end this conversation, I really don't
feel comfortable talking about this to you."

"Well I have just one more question. And I feel I have a right to ask
considering what happened this afternoon.  ...Are you gay?"

Mulder hesitated for a moment and then answered with insincere
certainty, "No, ...I'm straight" He arose to begin clearing the plates
from the table. "What I did this afternoon I did out of pure rage, I
wanted to hurt you. I don't think you know just how much I've hated
you."

That finally shut him up. Alex stared at the floor. An incredibly
melancholy look crossed over his face. For a few minutes Mulder thought
he'd start crying again. Finally he answered back , "You have no idea
how terrible it is to not even know your own sexuality. I thought I knew
at one point that I was straight, but now I doubt everything I believed
about my past."

Mulder said aloud, "What makes you think you're not straight?" and
immediately cursed himself for giving Krycek the opening he was pushing
for.

Krycek emitted a heavy sigh suffused with self pitying sobs. "This
afternoon, I thought I wanted you.  While I was laying on the couch I
really thought that I wanted it to continue, ...as if the horror I felt
never existed.  It took a long time for me to convince myself that all I
really wanted from you was comforting, human contact, someone to talk
to. It's been almost a year since I've had anyone to talk to besides the
psychiatrist at the hospital."

Mulder began putting more wood into the fireplace. He curtly replied,
"You sexualized  your need for human contact and consolation, let's just
leave it at that."

 "Just like you sexualized your need for revenge and brutality, let's
just leave it at that." he replied bitterly.

Neither man spoke much for the next hour until it was time to turn in
for the night.  Mulder handcuffed Krycek to the soap dish again while he
brushed his teeth. He then changed into the sweatpants and tee-shirt he
customarily wore to sleep.  It was odd to see Alex moving his whole arm,
keeping his injured wrist perfectly rigid while he brushed. Mulder
briefly contemplated how the hell he was going to explain the injuries
to Scully.

After he restrained Krycek into the loft bed Mulder stood by awaiting 
the inevitable. And the request came, ...as he knew it would, ... hoped
it would, ... and yet dreaded.

"Sleep with me Mulder."

Mulder was taken aback by the bluntness of it. He was unable respond but
stood in front of the loft averting his gaze trying to think of
something to say, but waiting for Alex to say something less shocking to
his sense of propriety.

"I need you to be with me tonight, I don't want to be alone"

Yes, that was a more suitable appeal. It sounded more like a plea for
simple human comfort from all the horror of withdrawal from drugs and
the appalling realization that life isn't what you think. This was the
kind of proposal he could accept. He would never have to consciously
face the fact that it was nothing more than a blatant invitation to sex.

Mulder climbed into the loft and laid down next to Krycek. He lay on his
back staring straight ahead trying to avoid any physical contact with
the other man yet he continually felt a slight draft of breath against
his face. After a few minutes Krycek moved in and pressed his body
against Mulder's side.  An exhilarating jolt of dread and excitement
passed through the agent's body. He knew he should move away, but the
unfaceable desire which had been nagging him all day stopped him.

Emboldened by Mulder's inertia, Krycek reached his swollen hand across
his body and placed it cautiously on Mulder's cheek. He slowly traced it
across his cheekbone, his eyes, his nose. Krycek returned his fingers to
his mouth and rubbed them, wetted, over Mulder's lush lips. When he
heard a sigh of desire escape from those lips he had to smile
triumphantly to himself. His injured hand then traveled down Mulder's
neck and across his chest, stroking his nipples through the tee-shirt. 
When he moved in and placed an hungry kiss on Mulder's neck he became
keenly aware of his arousal through the shallow breath and quiet moans.

"This wouldn't be so difficult after all." Krycek silently surmised.  He
ran his tongue over the chin line and gradually into his captor's mouth,
breaking into a full, openmouthed  kiss.

It was the first time Mulder had ever been kissed by a man and he was
confronted by a larger, much more aggressive mouth. A firm masculine
tongue pushed its way into him and caressed the inside ridge of his
teeth. "Get the hell out of here," he screamed to himself, but the only
action he was able to make was to push his own tongue into the other
man's mouth. The sharp metallic taste of blood on the injured lip
thrilled his senses and hastened Mulder's responses. Meanwhile Alex's
hand continued its gentle investigations of his body.

Because of the pain in his swollen wrist the caresses he was
administering weren't much more than an erotic tickle, an illicit brush
against skin.  He reached  under Mulder's shirt and ran his fingers
gently through the sparse chest hair, rubbing his thumb in a circular
fashion across the nipples, hardening them and eliciting moans of
pleasure. He started to gently thrust his own hard cock against Mulder's
hip and to his surprise Mulder pulled him into a full impassioned 
embrace accompanied by another deep-mouthed kiss.

Mulder kept his eyes closed as he gave his body over to the forbidden
pleasures he was feeling. The hot breath of the other man, the low cries
of ecstasy that reminded him so much of himself during lovemaking, the
scratch of razor stubble against cheek and lips, all further hardened
Mulder and quickened his breathe with excitement and anxiety.  It had
been so long since he'd made love.  He was so lost in his hunger he was
able to shove into the back of his mind that he would have normally been
horrified at the suggestion of homosexual sex, and even more horrified
at the suggestion of any kind of intimacy with Alex Krycek.

The other man's unhurried hand was working on his erection  now, slowly
tracing the outline through his sweatpants, manipulating it gently, so 
easily and lightly.  Mulder thought he would go crazy with anticipation.
He considered how Krycek, in his eagerness to carry forward the
seduction, must have been enduring a great deal of discomfort due to his
bondage and injuries. He gingerly took Krycek wounded wrist in his hand
and examined it by the firelight. It was badly bruised and scrapped.
...And to think he had done this to him intentionally.  ...Then he
remembered why and flashes of hate came flooding back to him. He dropped
the wrist and closed his eyes trying to block it out.

Given the pained look on Mulder's face Krycek had a feeling that the
other man was having some sort of crisis about what was happening.  He
decided to proceed more aggressively in order to pull him as quickly and
deeply into the lovemaking as possible.  With his injured hand he tugged
at the waistband of Mulder's sweats while nibbling on his ear.

"Let's take our clothes off." he rasped in his captor's ear. In truth,
due to his bondage he was entirely unable to disrobe himself much less a
lover.

Mulder wasn't ready to answer him so Krycek rolled his body on top of
his rubbing his cock against the other man's erection. With his tongue
he tried to make up for what he was unable to do with his hands, running
up and down the sensitive skin on Mulder's neck and chest and suckling
his nipples.

Mulder regained his focus. It didn't matter anymore who this was, his
arousal was too intense to give a damn. He ran his hands up and down the
other man's back delighting in the feel of solid muscles underneath. Yet
the scratch of cotton was distracting..

Pushing him to the side, he tore off Krycek's pants freeing his
erection. He hadn't paid much attention to his cock up until that point
but when it was revealed to him he was amazed. It was beautiful, thick
and smooth and quite large, though maybe slightly smaller than his own,
and hard as a rock.. He held it in his hand, the first time he had ever
held another man's cock, ...so powerful and so heavy. The tip glistened
with a single drop of seminal fluid which Mulder brought to his lips
with a finger.

With a startling roughness he lustfully pushed the tee-shirt  up and
away from the other man's chest and onto the shackled wrist.  He then
tore off his own clothes and tossed them to the end of the loft bed,
throwing his body on top of Krycek's, the feel of skin against skin,
nipples grazing nipples further stimulating both men.

Mulder realized he could no longer keep his hands off Krycek so he
directed his movements to establish physical dominance over the other
man. Both of them knew the commitment had been made, there was to be no
turning back. The seduction was nearly complete. He pushed his hands up
under Alex and hungrily groped his buttocks,  ...that magnificent ass
which he had so roughly handled earlier in the afternoon. He pushed his
mouth violently against Krycek's neck, gently biting and sucking as if
to consume him.

Mulder's conscious mind was telling him to hurry up and get it over
with, but fuck that, he was enjoying it too much. "It's over, I'm gone",
he mused to himself "I'm having hot sex with a man who happens to be one
of my worst enemies and there's not a goddamned thing I can do to stop
myself, ... and there's not a goddamned thing he can do to stop me
either"

A feeling of excited triumph and a painfully throbbing cock convinced
Krycek that it was time to lead Mulder into the next stages of
lovemaking. This was going too sweetly but the fact that he was
practically incapacitated frightened him. He considered performing oral
sex on the Mulder but shackled as he was it would be logistically
impossible.  He dared not present himself for anal intercourse, his
captor had been way too rough on him earlier, he just couldn't trust him
for that.  No, ...he knew it would be difficult, but he wanted to fuck
Mulder in the ass.  He would have to seduce and prep him with his one
injured hand, a seemingly impossible task but one he was more than ready
to try.

Mulder was on top of him totally focused on the friction of erection
against erection and the taste of another man's skin and sweat in his
mouth. Krycek brought his injured hand around and slowly began to caress
the cleft between Mulder's asscheeks. He placed his hand on one and then
the other buttock, feeling the muscles tense and relax while Mulder
moved on top of him, moaning in approval.

Encouraged Krycek continued with wetted fingers, tracing his index
finger over the outline of Mulder's anus for several minutes. It was so
hot and so tight, ...definitely a virgin.  He then began applying a
slight pressure that begged for entry,  ...but just before he could
break through, Mulder gently,  but unmistakably, pulled the hand away
answering a firm, "No."

He quickly whispered the plea into his captor's ear, "I want to fuck you
Mulder, I want to make love to you, please, ...you'll love it."

For the first time Mulder was suddenly overcome with an adrenaline rush
because of the forbidden nature of what he was doing.  He needed release
yet was scared to go any further. No way in hell would he allow Alex to
fuck him, not tonight anyway.  ...Years ago he'd performed sodomy on one
of his more adventurous girlfriends and he was ready to try it again if
only he could calm down, focus his actions, and take control over what
was happening.

Unabashedly, Krycek had resumed the anal message on the agent while
gently kissing, nibbling and whispering in his ear. "I'll use plenty of
lubricant, you won't believe how good it's going to be." He pushed his
tongue in and out of his captor's ear imitating a rough sexual rhythm.
He whispered seductively,  "I want to be in you," and then hissed
lewdly, "I want to fuck you."

"I thought you said you liked it hard up the ass" Mulder murmured back
softly.  ...The negotiations had begun.

Krycek paused for a moment. ..."I do ... but not like you went at me
this afternoon. You scared the shit out of mm..."

Mulder cut him off with a deep kiss, pushing him firmly down onto the
mattress to remind him exactly who was the prisoner and who was the
keeper. Eventually he felt the other man's body relax into a passivity
that was plainly inevitable given his bondage. A deep sigh of
resignation escaped Alex's lips.  ...He was all his now, Mulder could do
whatever he wanted with him.  But he still had to use utmost care as he
proceeded. He didn't want to be associated in any way with Krycek prison
experiences nor did he want another scene like that afternoon.

"You just tell me how to do it, I'll go as slow as you like."

"All right", Krycek acquiesced weakly.  Mulder tried to reassure his
lover of his gentle intentions by slowing and softening his caresses
from the animal gropes he had been lasciviously administering a few
seconds earlier.

He arose from the loft bed "I'll go get the condoms and lubricant." He
bent down and quickly kissed Krycek on the lips.

"Check out the night table in the bedroom, nine times out of ten there's
K-Y or some kind of lubricant there."

"Is that something you know from personal experience or did you read a
survey somewhere?"

"I have no idea how I know."  It was true, and for that mater except for
several brutal encounters behind bars he could barely remember anything
specific about any of his former lovers, even their gender.

Mulder climbed down from the loft and walked nude into the back bedroom.
Just as Krycek had suspected there were dozens of little packages of
Surgilube, condoms, a set handcuffs and various other sex toys stuffed
into a small drawer under the table.  He considered for a moment the
women who owned the cabin. She was an attractive woman of about forty
who had gone to medical school with Scully.  She had two teenage sons
from a early marriage and practiced medicine in Philadelphia. Scully had
mentioned that she definitely had a lot of boyfriends whom she regularly
brought to this cabin.  ...Mulder smiled to himself,  ...the cabin had
sex karma.

He returned to the loft bed  with the condoms and  lubricant.  He was
now fully acquiescing to his desire to carry through an act of sexual
intercourse with this man. Alex waited for him propped up on his elbows
with a quilt pulled over him, a disconcerting blank stare once again
crossed his face. When Mulder brought his hands up grazing the that
stare, his fingers were immediately drawn into Alex's mouth and
lasciviously suckled.

"Are you ready for this?"  Mulder pulled the blanket aside and renewed
his caresses with his hands and his mouth on the gorgeous body
underneath him.

"God, yes," Krycek turned over and with his injured hand gestured for
Mulder to lay on top of him.

Mulder ripped open several packages and spread a generous amount of the
Surgilube on Alex's asshole and worked one and then two fingers through
the small opening gently frigging the other man.

"Oh shit, it feels so good, I can't wait till you're inside me." he
groaned as he pushed himself up to meet the intruding hand.
 Mulder eventually increased the pace.  After a few minutes he murmured
into his Alex's ear, "Ready?"

"Yes ...please, fuck me now." Krycek urgently cried.

He lay still with his face in the pillow waiting, listening to the creak
of the mattress informing him that Mulder was repositioning himself and
applying the condom.  And then he was covered by the heavy weight of his
lover's body.  The penis immediately began probing between his
asscheeks. And  if Krycek was able to sense any hesitancy at all in
Mulder's actions, it was completely gone before the first push was fully
within him.

The heat and the tightness, the smell of desire, the taste of sweat and
the painful cries mingled with pleasure turned the switch in Mulder's
brain  to pure wantonness.  ...And within a few moments a longing to
punish crept back into Mulder's movements. After all,  this was his
adversary,  ...and now he was completely at his mercy.  He plunged down
rapidly and brutally into the firm muscular orifice, his moans
eventually turning to growls.

Alex's cries of pleasure were immediately taken over by the urgency of
pain. God, Mulder was getting too rough, just as he'd feared he might.
He tried to squirm away from the thrusts as they were delivered in an
increasingly more frenetic pace, but he had nowhere to go. He
unsuccessfully tried bucking out from underneath. Finally he cried,
"Shit, stop it Mulder you're hurting me."

Oh god, he was doing it. He'd told that himself he'd be careful but
something else had gotten a hold of his mind. He ceased movement
altogether and lay still inside his lover.

"I'm sorry Alex, I'm not used to this, do you want me to stop?"

 Alex paused, just long enough to give Mulder the impression he was
actually considering it and for a brief moment Mulder contemplated
raping him.

"No, don't stop,  ...just go easy on me, you can speed up later."

He renewed his thrusting slowly.  He concentrated on the feel of Alex's
sphincter muscle gripping up and down his shaft as he moved in and out.
Soon his fucking found its natural rhythm. He was panting and moaning
with every push and Alex gasped with each penetration, the rhythm was
knocking the breath out of him.

Mulder considered the body moving underneath him. He ran his hands
through the institutional buzz cut. The low voice, the aggressive
counter movements and the hard muscles which tensed with every thrust
were driving him wild with lust. This was nothing like making love to a
women, but god, it was incredible. He reached around to grab Krycek's
cock. His lover obliged by lifting his hips to give him access. It was
harder than ever and copiously leaking pre-ejaculate.  He slicked his
palm on it and began jacking off the other man. The feel of this cock in
his hand, pulsating and slippery, was pure ecstasy.

Alex then pushed himself onto his knees to offer Mulder fuller access to
his erection. This also allowed even deeper penetration.  Soon his pace
increased to that of the brutal assault Mulder had first attempted on
his enemy,  ...but Krycek was no longer protesting. His hole was totally
opened now, and greased with sweat and lubricant.

Mulder bit down on the other man's neck as he came in an attempt to stop
from screaming. He roughly gnawed at Alex's ear and his dissolute cries
of passion set off his lover's own orgasm. When Mulder felt the telltale
twitches against his palm he jacked Alex fast, in time with the cum he
was pumping into his ass.  Soon he felt a slick and familiar coolness
covering his fingers.

Shit, it was too much, he was drowning, he knew at that moment that he
always wanted this, ...a lover, ...like Alex.

Eventually both men collapsed together on to the bed. They continued to
kiss and caress as they settled down for sleep. But for Mulder the
doubts returned.   He couldn't stay here with this man, he couldn't let
him think this was anything but an anomaly.  He hoped Krycek would have
his memory back soon, but feared what he would think of him then. He
might even mention to Scully that they were lovers. No Mulder needed to
get out of there as fast as possible.  He gathered his clothes from the
foot of the bed and began to descend the ladder out of the loft. As he
began his climb down Krycek's injured hand shot out and grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going, don't leave me." His voice was cracking with
emotion. "I really meant it when I said I needed you tonight. I didn't
mean just a  fuck."

Now was the time to be cruel, Mulder decided. "Krycek, I can't sleep
with you, I need to sleep by myself." He yanked his arm out of the other
man's grip,  "And another thing, I want you to forget this ever
happened. I didn't really get off on this, I was just horny and feeling
sorry for you."

"Could've fooled me." Alex turned over and pulled the quilt over
himself. Jesus Christ, it had been so hot and so sweet but what a
bastard Mulder was...

Mulder returned to sleep on the couch. He lay awake thinking for several
hours. He could hear Krycek thrashing around on the loft bed, obviously
also unable to sleep either.

He tried not to let himself feel shame over what he had done. He needed
to put it into perspective; it was just a meaningless fuck. He would try
to forget about it tomorrow.  ...But actually, for more reasons than he
cared to think about, this was one of the most meaningful fucks of his
life. He'd wonder before if he could do it with a man and tonight he had
his answer. Not only could he do it, he could do it with someone he
bitterly hated. "Maybe I'm bisexual" he thought to himself. Mulder
vaguely remembered with shame that when he's first met Alex Krycek years
earlier he had considered him an attractive man, sexually attractive in
fact. And he just couldn't get the thought out of his mind that the sex
had been one of the hottest of his life.

Tomorrow Scully would be back with Dr. Gramn probably by one or two in
the afternoon. Whether or not Krycek could be hypnotized into
remembering his past remained to be seen.  They needed to get him into
federal custody soon so that the cigarette smoking bastard's goons
wouldn't have an opportunity to kill him.

Mulder glanced at his alarm clock, it was half past twelve. He needed to
get to sleep. He closed his eyes and lay as still as possible trying to
clear his mind of the thoughts that continued to persistently torment
him.

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END OF PART 4
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"Bob Dole's library burned down.  Both books were destroyed, 
and he hadn't even finished coloring one of them yet."

-Attributed to Jack Kemp

See ya Later Baby
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Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-files characters, I'm only
borrowing them for an amusing pastoral frolic. No one's going to make a
damn dime off of this story, not me, not any Fox Television executive or
1013 Production person suing me. Its a loosing proposition all around.

This story is rated NC-17.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex
including sex between people of the same gender. If you are under 18 or
are easily offended I suggest you read something else, or go watch TV
damnit!

"The Cabin" part 5a. (Dedicated to Brenda Antrim. (and now you know
why.))


It was almost nine in the morning when Mulder awoke.  He arose and
walked over to the loft bed. Krycek was curled up in a ball sound
asleep, totally dead to the world.  Well, the man hadn't sleep for
almost two days while the drugs were wearing off, so he would let him go
for awhile.

He fixed some coffee and walked around outside the cabin. It looked like
the sun was finally going to break out but god the rain had risen the
level of the lake to the point where the small dock at the bottom of the
hill was completely immersed.  Mulder remembered that the road they had
driven the other night had passed over several low streams. He worried
that they had washed out the road. If he had to spend another day here
alone with Krycek he knew he would go out of his mind. Other than some
hunters who were occupying a small cabin on the other side of the cove,
there was no sign of any one else around the lake.  Tomorrow was the
last Saturday of hunting season however so he expected that more people
would be evident by that evening.

When he reentered the cabin several minutes later Krycek was sitting up
in the loft bed. He was naked from the waist down, apparently he was
never able to get the sweats back on last night.

"Good morning Foxy, did you sleep well on that Nugahyde couch?" The
swelling on his face had gone down considerably.

How in the hell did he know to call him that? "Just fine thanks, do you
want to come down and have some breakfast?"

"Sure if you unlock me. I hate to trouble you but I need to go to the
bathroom too." Krycek's voice was thick with sarcasm. "Oh my god there's
cum all over the bed.  What in the hell happened?"  Mulder ignored him
but moved over to unlock him from the loft. "You don't  suppose I had a
wet dream do you?"

"Shut up Krycek or I'll leave you locked to the loft all day."

A few minutes later at the breakfast table Mulder attempted to guide
their conversation to a more serious subject.

"Listen, I'm sorry about last night.  I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Well I feel like I seduced you so don't feel so bad," he smiled
jokingly, "You couldn't have resisted so you're really not responsible
Foxy."

"Why are you calling me Foxy?"

"That's your name isn't it? It really suits you too." Krycek reached his
hand out towards Mulder's face but Mulder flinched away.
"I don't want my partner Agent Scully to know about what happened,
...either last night or yesterday afternoon.  You're our prisoner and
her patient.  I think she would consider my actions blatantly
irresponsible and unprofessional at the very least.  ...And  I really
was blatantly unprofessional and irresponsible.  I'm sorry about that. 
I did what I did out of anger, boredom and frustration."
"Underline frustration,  ...sexual frustration." Alex snickered. He
paused for a moment, "Oh I get it, you don't want your partner to know
you're gay. Well I can relate to that, seems that I was in a similar
situation myself once."

Jesus Christ he was starting to remember a lot. "Exactly how much do you
remember Alex, about your former life?"

"A lot, its really starting to come back to me now, I remember my
childhood in Miami. I remember my sister Claudia. I remember the house I
lived in."

"In Miami?"

"Well that and the one I lived in Tacoma Park. I bought a house in
Tacoma Park about two or three years ago I think."

"Do you remember me or Agent Scully or anything about your work with the
FBI?"

"I remember you" he hesitated "We used to work together didn't we?"

"That's right."

"If you could call it working together, I was really just keeping tabs
on you."

"I know." A familiar feeling of anger was starting to boil up.

Alex continued to ramble about little things he remembered. A lot about
his life before he joined the FBI was coming back to him rather quickly.
Mulder listened, feigning interest and commiseration, while he cleared
the breakfast dishes.  Then, to Mulder's surprise Alex brought their
conversation back to the original subject.

"I understand why you don't want your partner to know about last night.
I can understand that completely." Krycek was staring at his feet. "You
have your reputation at the FBI to think about and your partner, well,
she's a very beautiful woman," Krycek suddenly stared directly at
Mulder, "You're interested in her aren't you? What's been holding you
back putting the moves on her?"

"We work extremely well together and she's my best friend. ...But I
think if she's going to find out about what happened yesterday she
should hear it from me, not you."

"Okay, I can go with that, Listen, I have no problem being discreet, the
only thing I ask is you don't go around saying it was a big mistake, its
over, it will never happen again, you were just bored and all that shit.
That's pretty damned insulting, ...especially from someone who obviously
loved it."

Mulder was momentarily speechless.

"You're so fucking repressed, I mean, you haven't even kissed me this
morning, I've wanted to put my hands all over you. ...You're gay or bi,
admit it."

Mulder started to speak but was cut off again.

"The one thing I remember the most about you, and I remembered it just
this morning, is that I wanted to get into your pants from the first day
I met you."

Mulder's jaw began to drop, Then he became defensive, "Listen, if I want
to be straight, gay or whatever, or to lie to myself and the rest of the
world about it, its my business. I have no obligation to you or anyone
else."

"Well go ahead and tell yourself last night was a big mistake but just
don't tell me that." He stared at his feet for several seconds.  "...I
want you to take a shower with me."

Mulder rolled his eyes incredulously.

"Hey, that's all I'm asking, a small price to pay for silence." Krycek
began to laugh, "You need a shower, I need a shower, think of the time
and water we'll save."

"Absolutely no fucking way." He'd been harassed in college before and
being badgered by another man for sex was pretty damn unpleasant. He
hoped Alex knew to shut up before he went over and smacked him in the
face.

To his credit Alex didn't say another word. He sat there silently
finishing his juice, staring out the window at the sun breaking through
the clouds. He wanted this man again and he knew Mulder wanted him too.
He'd just have to take it slow. Another opportunity would present
itself.

When breakfast was finished Mulder locked Krycek's wrist together and
hauled him up by the forearm to the bathroom. He shoved him roughly
forward into the shower stall.

"Here you go man, take your shower. "

He once again locked his good wrist to the soap dish and left him there
fully clothed, to fend for himself. After a few minutes he heard the
water starting.

Several seconds later, "Mulder, Mulder, there's no soap."

"Oh shit" Mulder muttered to himself. He had just settled down to a
three-year-old copy of "Harper's Monthly"  he'd found stacked in the
loft.

"Mulder there's no soap."

"All right I'm coming." He looked around for soap in a small cupboard in
the hall. No soap at all. The sink in the bathroom only had liquid hand
soap, he supposed they'd have to use that if no other could be found.

He stood in front of the shower stall. "Damnit Krycek what happened to
the soap that was there last night?"

Krycek pulled the shower curtain slightly to the side revealing a sliver
of his beautiful body. He indicated to the shower floor, "I dropped it"
he snickered, "But I really can't pick it up."

Shit, what kind of a game was this? "Okay kick it out and I'll pick it
up for you." A second later the bar of soap came hurdling across the
floor and landed directly at Mulder's feet. He scooped it up and stepped
forward to hand it into the shower stall.

He pushed his arm through the curtain to deliver the soap but instead of
taking it, Alex grabbed his forearm hard and yanked him forward. Mulder
stumbled headfirst and landed on his hands and knees at the bottom of
the shower floor.

Mulder was taken off guard by his fall. "Goddamnit Krycek, what are you
trying to do, I said no." He pushed himself up to rise out of the shower
but before he could step away Krycek grabbed him roughly by the collar
and pushed him against the shower wall with his own body. By now the
agents clothes were becoming soaked.

"I thought you might change your mind." He ground his crotch into the
other man's groin. "And now that you're here you might as well stay"
Still gripping the other man's collar Krycek then fastened his mouth on
his neck and began sucking and nibbling.

Shit, it was actually sweet and sexy, this idiotic macho force Krycek
was resorting to, especially considering he knew he could easily have
the shit beaten out of him for this kind of a stunt. While Mulder was
considering this, his body had already begun responding to the moves
Alex was putting on him. Involuntarily he ground his hips back against
the other man and he found his hand going up around the Alex's shoulders
to steady himself, pulling Alex into a kiss.

"Since you're going to stay might as well take your clothes off, I hear
its the best way to take a shower."

Wordlessly Mulder undressed and threw his wet things out of the tile
stall. He ran his hands up and down Alex's sides, delighting in the feel
of water running over solid muscle. This was even sexier than it had
been the previous night.

"You know, we really do need that soap." Krycek indicated to the bar of
soap in the corner of the shower were it had been dropped during
Mulder's fall.

Mulder reached for it and began soaping up his captive taking pleasure
from the friction of the bar against smooth skin and chest hair. He
pushed the soap between the well-built asscheeks and sweetly recalled
fucking them the previous night. Alex was beginning to become fully
erect, his cock bumping against Mulder's stomach. As Alex continued to
administer kisses and tongue his ear and neck, Mulder felt his own cock
starting to rise, the tip was prodding the outside of his lover's thigh.

"I need to ask you something," he looked Mulder intensely in the eyes,
"Please uncuff me, I can't do what I wanta do to you with this hand, I
nearly killed my wrist just now, yanking you in here." Shaking his left
wrist in the cuff he spoke very softly, "I need to use my other hand to
make love to you."

"I'm sorry, I can't uncuff you."

"But I want to go down on you. I need to get on my knees." Krycek
pleaded softly.

This was too much for Mulder, he became instantly hard after this last
remark. "I can't I'm sorry we'll have to save it for another time"   But
shit! What other time?  Mulder moved in and pushed his body against
Krycek's solid form. "Just use your body I'll use my hands. He gulped
the water that was running down the sides of Krycek's jaw.

"Can you then please switch hands in the cuff?" Krycek emphasized this
point by flexing his cuffed hand and holding his injured hand up limply
for inspection.

"Are you sure you can stand it?" He whispered these words brushing his
lips over the other man's.  Mulder was more than ready to proceed. He
realized that to get off he didn't need anything from Krycek except for
his passive body and he was getting a little irritated that Krycek was
disrupting the proceedings.

Mulder stepped out of the shower and reached for the key on the side of
the sink. He reshakeled Krycek's wrist carefully so not to hurt him.

Krycek immediately started running his hand up and down Mulder's body. 
His own body stiffened with lust as he ran his fingers over Mulder's
muscular ass and stroked his cock. He grabbed the soap and started
rubbing it against Mulder's solid form, under his arms, his back, his
chest. He delighted in the feel of nipples rubbing against nipples.
 
      The soap made both hard bodies slick as the rubbed against each
other. Mulder meanwhile had settled into a rhythmic pumping of Krycek's
now straining cock.

"Could you make me come this way?"

     Mulder answered him by pumping harder and faster. With  his other hand
he reached down and began massaging Krycek's balls.

Meanwhile Krycek's hand had slid down onto Mulder's hips. He grabbed his
cock and began a similar pumping action on the other man. Mulder grasped
the back of Krycek's head and stared into his eyes. He was astonished by
a flagrant look of abandoned pleasure. Krycek began an upwards jabbing
motion into Mulder's palm. His mouth opened as if to cry out but no
sound came forth. Alex released Mulder's cock and placed his hand on
Mulder's shoulder to steady himself as he brutally thrust into the other
man's fist.
     
      Mulder pumped him harder, he reached his other hand around and slipped
a finger up Alex's ass frigging his prostrate gland, at first gently,
but eventually frenziedly. A few moments later Krycek cried out, he
threw his head back cracking it hard against the white ceramic tile of
the shower stall. His cock twitched as streams of white creamy cum flew
up through the fall of water hitting both men on the  chest and coating
Mulder's fingers. 
 
     Krycek was still crying out and cumming, a loud steady moan easily
mistakable for one of agony.  Mulder removed his hand from his lover's
ass pulling Alex's head down to look into his eyes and there beheld a
beautiful sight,  a totally vacuous expression, nothingness, even his
existence, totally given over to lust.  Mulder  pulled him into a deep
kiss, viciously biting his still swollen lip, ramming his tongue down
the other man's still moaning throat as Alex's orgasm subsided. 

     Mulder needed to come now, and quickly. He spun Alex around and shoved
his engorged cock between Alex's asscheeks. He thrust quickly and
roughly between the soap slicked orbs of flesh without actually entering
him, and it was almost enough, ...but he needed more.  He deftly guided
his cockhead to Alex's tight spincter but before he could force himself
in, Alex's voice demanded, "No, get a condom first."

     Without hesitation Mulder jumped out of the shower, vaulted into the
bedroom and grabbed a small foil package out of the night table.  He was
back at the shower already pushing the condom over his rigid shaft
within seconds. Krycek stood there, dazed, messaging his asshole in
preparation of getting fucked.  Mulder took him abruptly and roughly. 
It was slightly painful at first, for both of them, but Alex was already
totally opened and lubed by the soap and his own cum and Mulder was able
to enter him fully within seconds.  After a few short, brutal thrusts it
was all over, no real rhythm was ever established. When Mulder came he
imagined that the force of his eruption was propelling him out of his
lover so he held on tightly, holding himself as far inside Alex as he
could possible reach, pressing their bodies up against the shower wall
as the hot stream of cum surged into Alex's bowels.

     The brutal friction against his prostate and the animalistic urgency of
it all proved to be too much for Alex. He felt himself overcome by a
secondary but weaker orgasm. His hard cock spasmed and delivered more
cum against the wet tile wall.  It only lasted a few seconds but the
sweetness of cumming in concert with his lover made it even more
exhilarating for him.  

     Eventually Mulder's movements stilled but he held himself closely
against Krycek's firm and wet body.  "Oh god," he groaned, he
rapaciously kissed the back of Alex's neck. "Is that what you wanted?"

     "Yeah," Alex laughed. He began to turn himself around and off of
Mulder's cock to face his lover. "I want so much more though, ...you
know what I want."  He devoured Mulder's mouth, his lips his tongue, the
water flowing over his neck.

     Mulder paused and considered to himself that this was the end,
everything Krycek said he wanted to do to him, it would just never
happen, oh well.  ...But what was it like to get fucked? How could he
let go of this beautiful body?  He held on tightly to Alex for a few
moments before stepping out of the shower.  Hard to believe that he was
physically clinging to this man who he considered to be one of his worst
enemies. It was too odd, he just couldn't think about it.   

     About an hour later both men were lounging on the in the living room
area of the cabin. Mulder was reading a back issue of "Harper's Monthly"
an article about a famous book thief who stole thousands of rare books
from libraries and private collections. He was eventually caught by the
Omaha FBI office. Mulder recognized the names of the some of agents who
worked on the case.   He glanced over at Krycek. He was reading "Crime
and Punishment" again but he was starting at the beginning as if he had
forgotten that he had already read two hundred pages the day before.

It would all be over soon he told himself, they would get the
information they needed and Krycek would be back in jail. After that he
really didn't care what the hell happened to him.  Their few brief
sexual encounters would be nothing more than a forgettable aberration.
Krycek would go back to being screwed by bigger inmates and he would
resume his routine of regular masturbation and occasional heterosexual
encounters.

He found that he was honestly chilled by the prospect of Cancerman's
goons assassinating Krycek in prison. All the work they were going to
put into this man to get information out of him just to have him popped
by another hit man. Plus he was beginning to sincerely doubt that Krycek
would give up any useful information without working them for something.
It was entirely possible they would have to make some kind of deal with
him.  Well, he could live with that possibility, he just didn't know if
Scully could.  But where in the hell would this man go if not to prison,
...hardly his problem he told himself.

Mulder sat up, that was the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He
pulled his gun out and glanced out of the window. It was a large car,
not like the one in which they had originally arrived. He sighed with
relief when he saw a redhead popping out of the passenger side. It
wasn't Dr. Gramn who was with Scully though, it was some other man whom
he didn't recognize. Mulder holstered his gun and walked out to greet
them.

"Scully, I'm so glad you're back, I was going insane cooped up with
him."

"Mulder I want you to meet Dr. Pomerantz. Dr. Gramn was unable to make
it however Dr. Pomerantz is also an expert in the field of regressive
hypnosis and is also a personal friend of my family's.  Dr. Pomerantz
this is my partner whom I've told you about, Agent Mulder."

Mulder extended his hand. "Nice to meet you Dr. Pomerantz. Thank you so
much for coming up here today to assist us."

"Please call me Steve." Pomerantz shook Mulder's hand warmly. "I have to
say I'm really intrigued by what Dr. Scully has told me about Mr.
Krycek. I've only read about brainwashing cases before, I've never
actually treated one."  They proceeded towards the cabin.

"Krycek is actually starting to regain a lot of his memory, Mostly from
the more distant past." The three of them paused outside of the cabin
door discussing the patient whom Pomerantz was about to meet.

"Steve," Mulder hesitated, he was actually quite uncomfortable
addressing someone by their first name in a professional capacity, "I'm
sure Agent Scully has told you about the sensitive nature of the
information this man has repressed. I want you to know that you having
access to this information may put you in some danger."

"I feel that Dr. Scully took more than adequate measure to hide my
coming up here, and let me assure you also that the FBI is paying me
very well for my services. Not only that but I wouldn't miss out on a
brainwashing case for all the world.  I'm really anxious to begin
working with this patient."

"Mulder, Dr. Pomerantz knows everything, I briefed him thoroughly on
this case. I'll explain it to you later." They stepped towards the door.
"What's Krycek up to now?"

"He's shackled to the arm of the couch as usual, reading a book or at
least pretending to read."  Mulder opened the door and they stepped into
the kitchen area of the small cabin. Krycek was sitting up, he was
extremely curious about what was going on and who the newcomers were.
Scully silently gasped when she saw the condition of Krycek's face. Even
though the swelling had gone down considerably he still looked like hell
and the bruises were blackening.

Mulder noted her reaction and quickly began making introductions. "Alex
this is the doctor I told you about who was going to help you regain
your memory. His name is Dr. Pomerantz. And you remember Agent Scully
from the day before yesterday."

"Hello." He began to grin when he saw the reaction on Scully's face.
Scully walked over to get a closer look at Krycek. She picked up his
wrist and held it in her hand incredulously.

"Steve why don't you and Mr. Krycek get aquatinted for a few minutes.
I'm going to need to speak to my partner in privately. I'm also going to
need to interview Krycek privately for a few minutes." She gazed sternly
at Mulder, "Mulder, would you mind stepping into the bedroom so I may
speak to you?"
END OF PART 5a
-- 
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"Bob Dole's library burned down.  Both books were destroyed, 
and he hadn't even finished coloring one of them yet."

-Attributed to Jack Kemp

See ya Later Baby
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Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-files characters, I'm only
borrowing them for an amusing pastoral frolic. No one's going to make a
damn dime off of this story, not me, not any Fox Television executive or
1013 Production person suing me. Its a loosing proposition all around.

This story is rated NC-17.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex
including sex between people of the same gender. If you are under 18 or
are easily offended I suggest you read something else, or go watch TV
damnit!

"The Cabin" part 5b. (Dedicated to, and highly derivitive of, Brenda
Antrim.)



They both walked towards the bedroom and shut the door, Mulder worried
about what the hell he was going to tell her. He decided to let her
guess at the explanation, he would just confirm her suspicions, that way
there would be less of a chance of her believing whatever Krycek had to
say.

"What in the hell happened Mulder?, how are you going to explain
Krycek's injuries.  He wasn't beaten up like that when I left yesterday
morning."

"Well."

"Well what, did you beat him?, I mean its pretty obvious that you did."

"Yes I beat him."

"Why, was he trying to escape?"

       "He went for my gun. It wasn't loaded but it infuriated me ...you
know how I hate him."

"So you knocked it out of his hand and knocked him on the ground and
kicked him in the head."

"Basically yeah, I punched him in the face too  ...before he went down."

"That's pretty obvious, ..but what about his wrist, What happened to his
wrist.  Did you grind your heal into his wrist when he was down on the
ground."

"Yes I did."

"Was he reaching for your gun at the time?"

"I don't know, I thought he was, I was really so crazy and furious I
couldn't really tell, but yeah I ground my heal into his wrist when he
was down on the ground."

"Okay Mulder, I don't know how you did it but you made me make up your
entire story for you. Is that really what happened?"

"Basically yeah."

"What do you mean basically?, and what time did it happen? And what
prompted him to reach for your gun, that's what I want to know Mulder."

"I really can't tell you why he reached for my gun, I guess he wanted to
escape from me. It happened a couple of hours after you left yesterday,
about one I guess.

"Skinner's coming up here tomorrow afternoon to take Krycek into
custody. He'd be here earlier but he has to be at a meeting tomorrow
morning and it might arouse suspicion if he canceled it. I _have_ to
take Dr. Pomerantz back to Washington first thing in the morning so I'll
be leaving here at about seven. That means that you'll have to spend the
whole day with him again.  ...Try not to beat him anymore."

     Mulder groaned to himself.  Despite his musings in the shower he really
didn't want to spend another day with Krycek. He just wanted the whole
situation out of his hands. He was glad Skinner would be handling it. He
would assure that Krycek would be placed under maximum security until
they were able to get the information the wanted out of him.  Mulder
highly doubted that Krycek had the DAT tape anymore.  Under hypnosis or
during brainwashing they would have found where he had it hidden and
exactly what top secrete information he was able to derive from it. 

     Scully took Krycek into the bedroom and interviewed him for a few
minutes.

     "All right Mr. Krycek, apparently my partner beat you yesterday. I need
to examine you a little more closely. would you mind taking your shirt
off?"

     Krycek smiled suggestively at Scully and pulled his shirt over is head.
Scully began her examination.

     "I usually don't get a chance to examine live bodies, I'm actually a
forensic pathologist, I do investigations and autopsies for the FBI."

     "I know, I mean, you just told me, but I remembered that I already knew
that when you told me."

     "Good your starting to get your memory back." She looked over his back
fighting the temptation to run her hands in a more lascivious manner
over his muscles. Amazingly, little round scars appeared all over the
top of his back and neck. She began counting then, there had to be at
least twenty.

     "Are these burns marks Krycek?"

     "Yeah they are. Did you read my medical report?"

     "Not all of it, no."

     "When I was in prison some of the other inmates would put their
cigarettes out on my neck."

     Scully was shocked, "My god, ...why?"

     "I guess I wasn't doing it right."

     "Doing what?"

     "What do you think?"

     Scully's mouth dropped open. Despite her years working with the X-files
and in the FBI she was continually amazed at the breadth of human
cruelty.

     "Of course with that kind of conditioning I learned pretty fast."

     Scully counted the marks, there were exactly twenty-one clearly defined
cigarette burns, but there were others as well, less clearly defined and
much smaller. Upon closer examination she noted that they were small
inverted arcs and interestingly enough they seemed to be lined up along
his spinal column, starting at the base of his scalp and continuing to
the middle of his back. She was unable to get a clear count on these
marks because a few of them appeared to have been burned over.

     "What are these other marks Krycek?  They're not all cigarette burns. 
Have you every had any kind of back surgery or any time of therapy on
your spine?"

     "No, I don't know what you mean?"

     "Of course you wouldn't remember, I'm sorry." Suddenly an insidious
idea occurred to her. "...Do you mind if I ask my partner to take a look
at these."

     He was tempted to say, "He's already had a good look" but instead he
smiled and shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

     "Mulder, please come in here for a minute." 

     He came through the door reluctantly. He was afraid he was about to be
confronted, that Krycek had admitted what had really occurred the day
before, and that morning. He was surprised to see his partner closely
and concernedly examining the patient's back. He immediately concluded
that she wanted to tell him about the cigarette burns, a sordid topic
which he was anxious to avoid.   

     "Mulder, have you seen these marks, not the cigarette burns but the
other ones."

     "No." He was surprised, he hadn't noticed any other marks, but then his
eyes had been closed a lot. Scully pointed out the tiny arches running
up and down Krycek's spine.

     "This is exactly the kind of mark I had on my neck where the chip was
implanted, and look he's got at least ten of them spread all over his
spine."

     "Jesus, Scully your right."

     "I'm going to try to excise one, I've got my kit in the car."

     During her brief absence from the room Mulder and Krycek exchanged
words regarding the secrecy of their sexual encounters.

     "Thanks for not saying anything to my partner,"

     "Discretion is to my benefit as well as yours."

     "I told her I beat you while you were trying to escape."

     "That's almost true."

     "I also told her I stepped on your wrist while you were on 
the floor."

     A flash of pain and anger overcame Krycek, he was beginning to think
that complacency in covering up his own beating was a bit ridiculous. 
It was nervy of Mulder to expect it.

     "You owe me Mulder, for what you did to me."

     He was about to argue the issue, to remind this man how much his hatred
was justified.  But what was the point? He wouldn't understand. Maybe an
apology _would_ be more appropriate. Scully was already back in the
room, with Dr. Pomerantz. She had a portable medical kit in her hand
which she unzipped to remove a small scalpel and some disinfectant.

     "Lay back down on the bed Krycek." To Dr. Pomerantz she said, "See what
I mean, see these tiny scars up and down the spine, I think these are
were chips have been implanted. The people who brainwashed this man may
have thought they could control his thoughts and memory through these
chips."

     "I'm amazed at what people will believe. I mean I've heard of
delusional people _thinking_ they had chips implanted before but I've
never actually seen it done. Are you sure these weren't caused by some
type of therapy such as acupuncture?"

     "Dr. Pomerantz the reason I saw you was to try to remember when I had a
chip implanted. I had a chip implanted in my spine also.  ...Here, put
your finger on this one, there is definitely some type of foreign object
in here."

     "The thing that intrigues me is all these perfectly round scars all
over the top of his back." Pomerantz answered.

     "Those are cigarette burns, this man was in prison for awhile. I
believe he was force to perform oral sex on some of the other inmates."

     "Is that true Alex?" Pomerantz asked.  From this brief exchange it
Mulder was reminded how his partner was much more comfortable relating
to corpses than to live patients.  As she examined Alex it hardly ever
occurred to her to even address him. Dr. Pomerantz, the psychologist, on
the other hand, was much more concerned with interacting. Scully was no
doubt feeling anger towards Krycek and had no desire to treat him with
dignity.  Mulder was suddenly glad that Pomerantz was there.     

     Krycek was lying shirtless on the bed with the three of them hunched
over his back. Somehow he managed to shrug his shoulders in confirmation
of Scully's observation.

     "That's pretty horrible." Pomerantz stepped back to reflect for a
moment.

     "Alex I want you to remain perfectly still, I believe this implant has
worked its way almost to the surface of your skin and shouldn't be too
difficult to remove, Mulder can you bring that light over here?"

     She made a small incision on the top of Alex's spine and began probing
a pair of tweezers inside the incision. To Alex's credit he didn't even
flinch,  even in the absence of any type of anesthesia. A few seconds
later Scully removed a minuscule blood-covered  square resembling a
piece of silver glitter. She briefly held it up to the light before
depositing it into a test-tube.  She held a cotton ball over the small
incision and taped it in place with a short length of medical tape. 
"It's the same type of object Mulder."

     Pomerantz and Mulder examined the implant in the light. The
psychologist was becoming increasingly flabbergasted by the strangeness
of the case.  

     "So you think that the people who brainwashed this man implanted these
chips in an effort to control his thoughts." 

     "I believe they _think_ the chips control thought. I have no idea to
what degree they actually work." She turned her attention back to her
patient's back.  "There seem to be four more that have worked there way
up to the surface which I'm sure I can safely cut out. ...Krycek do you
mind if I try to remove them?"

     "No, go ahead."

     Scully deftly incised Alex's back and removed three more chips which
she deposited into the test-tube. The last removal had been bloodier
than the previous and painful for Krycek. He asked Scully to please
stop. Even though she was confident she could remove it, she left the
forth chip in his back along with a handful of others.

      Pomerantz mentioned that he needed to get to work with the patient
since it was already three in the afternoon and he would be leaving the
next day.

     Mulder and Scully left Pomerantz alone with Krycek to begin his
regressive hypnosis therapy. They closed the bedroom door and returned
to the living room. "Mulder I brought some of the reports from our last
case for you to rewrite. They really need your finishing touch, you're a
much better writer than me."

     Mulder was relieved, now he had real work to get back into, something
to keep his mind off of the events of the previous night and that
morning and the strangeness of this whole situation.  He settled down to
the reports with a rare enthusiasm. These were the cases he had actually
procrastinated finishing, they had been so inconclusive and
unsatisfactory.  He put all his pent up energy into focusing on the most
salient points, and into drawing conclusions from the most ambiguous
evidence.

     Part of him wanted to tell Scully what had happened but he was afraid
her reaction would be one of disgust or disappointment. Mulder figured
that in his partner's mind he was arrow straight, she would only be
confused or upset if he admitted to her that he had actually fucked
another man, ...and their patient no less. She would be totally shocked
at his revelation, so he held his tongue.  

     While they worked they heard occasional sobs and shouts coming form the
other room. They would glance at one another with worry. Pomerantz had
gotten Krycek to agree to allow him to share information obtained from
the hypnosis with the FBI agents but Scully was curious to actually sit
in on the sessions.  She planned on asking permission after they took
their first break.

      At around five o'clock Pomerantz emerged from the bedroom.  He sat
down on the couch to quietly apprise Mulder and Scully about the
progression of the hypnotherapy. "We need to take a break for about a
half an hour before I begin the next session. Alex is going to be
resting in the room by himself so I thought I'd take this opportunity to
fill you in. We're making a lot of progress.  So far Krycek has given me
details about his year as an FBI agent in Miami."
  
     Mulder let out a sigh of disappointment.     

     "I know you wanted me to get the patient to focus on more recent events
but I feel that he needs to remember things in a logical order that may
only make sense to him. If he needs to remember events from his days in
Miami first, I have to let him.  He told me about how he was recruited
by the man you say eventually was responsible for his brainwashing and
incarceration.  Apparently he was blackmailed by that man who threatened
to reveal to his superiors that he had a sexual affair with another man
named Neal Boden."

     Mulder noted that Scully raised he eyebrows at this revelation. "Is he
gay?"

     "Apparently so, according to him, that's how he was recruited by these
people. ...Well actually he didn't say he was gay, he just said that
they found out about a sexual affair he had with another man. He was
warned by a cigarette smoking man never to see the Boden again. Two days
after he agreed to work for them, his lover died in a unexplained auto
accident. Krycek is certain they were responsible."

     "That would have been  in late 1992. The last administration was quite
a bit less tolerant about those types lifestyles.  But Mulder, I always
thought he had more of a reputation of a womanizer." 

      Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe he's bi." 

     "Anyway, I thought you might be interested in how they recruited him,
and Boden's death is certainly verifiable. I'm making tapes of course.
Maybe there's more important information you can glean from those."
Pomerantz then continued,  "He's willing to let you two sit in on the
sessions if you like. I must insist that  you remain perfectly quiet and
still.  I'd like to have one more hour with him alone and then this
evening after dinner how about if we continue the sessions here in the
living room." 

     "How rapidly do you think he'll be able to regain all of his memory."
Scully asked.

     "Fortunately I have a feeling that the people who brainwashed him
relied heavily on the effects of the drugs he was given in order to
hurry up the progress. From everything I've read about the Chinese
Army's attempts to brainwash US soldiers during the Korean War, real
brainwashing takes weeks or even months. Given the time line you
described to me they only worked on this man for less than a week,
hardly enough time to distort real beliefs and memories. Consequently as
those drugs wear off his memory should return extremely rapidly."

     "Great," Scully practically clapped her hands together, "My partner and
I will have diner ready at six and then we can begin the evening seasons
at seven, how's that sound to you?"

     Pomerantz smiled, "That sounds fine. You really want to get your
money's worth out of me don't you."

     "We federal employees have to be ever vigilant with the tax payers'
dollars."

     That evening after dinner they continued the regressive hypnosis
sessions for several more hours.  Mulder was a little nervous that
Krycek would somehow reveal details of their more recent relationship
but Krycek focused on the work that he performed for Cancerman mainly
before his first disappearance.

Scully and Mulder had written a list of questions for Pomerantz to ask
Krycek while under hypnosis. 

     Did he know Cancerman's real name? No he didn't although he had
referred to him by various aliases. What part had Krycek played in
Melissa Scully's death? Mulder noticed his partner tensing while Krycek
searched his memory. He couldn't remember though, nor could he remember
William Mulder's death although he'd heard the name "William Mulder."

       By the end of the evening Scully and Mulder were more disappointed
than they'd expected by the little bits useless information they were
able to glean from the hypnotherapy.  Krycek on the other hand, was
elated.  The progress he had made for himself in regaining his identity
and sense of self had been immeasurable. Even his old mannerism were
returning by the end of the evening. He would smirk at them when they
seemed disappointed by his answers to their questions or he would roll
his eyes when relating something particularly revealing. They'd let him
sit through the sessions unhandcuffed but as soon as the sessions were
over for the evening the two FBI agents erred on the side of caution and
recuffed their patient/prisoner to the loft bed. 

     The sleeping arrangements were difficult to arrange. After about ten
minutes of haggling Scully ended up in the king-sized bed, Mulder
dragged the extra mattress from the loft bed onto the living room floor
and Pomerantz slept on the couch. 

END OF PART 5b
**************


-- 
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-files characters, I'm only
borrowing them for an amusing pastoral frolic. No one's going to make a
damn dime off of this story, not me, not any Fox Television executive or
1013 Production person suing me. Its a loosing proposition all around.

This story is rated NC-17.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex
including sex between people of the same gender. If you are under 18 or
are easily offended I suggest you read something else, or go watch TV
damnit!

"The Cabin" part 6. (Dedicated to, and highly derivitive of, Brenda
Antrim.)

     
At seven in the morning Scully and Pomerantz were up preparing to leave
for the airport in Utica, a two hour drive from the cabin. They were
both gone within forty minutes after which Mulder and Krycek fell back
to sleep. When they awoke again around nine-thirty the sun was beating
brilliantly through every window in the cabin.  

Mulder arose and walked outside to assess the weather. IT was
incredible, it was almost like spring. Here it was the last week of
November and the temperature outside had to be at least sixty degrees.
The ground was a little mushy but the air was clear and crisp, the sky
was cloudless and the lake was calm and sparkling with the morning
sunshine. Mulder needed to be out of the cabin to spend time outdoors.
He had been cooped up with the same insane man in a tiny little house
for almost three days.  He considered placing some chairs down on the
dock and finishing rewriting his reports outside. Scully had brought him
warmer, more outdoorsy clothes to wear so he didn't need to worry about
ruining his suit jackets. He walked down to the dock to assess the
possibilities. 

There was definitely room  for two lawn chairs, he could handcuff Krycek
to the rail and start him at the beginning of "Crime and Punishment"
again.  They could even eat lunch here. It would be a somewhat pleasant
way to spend his last day of involuntary confinement. 

When he returned to the cabin he was accosted by the jarring sound of
the phone ringing. Krycek was sitting up in the loft bed shaking his
head with a panicky motion. "Don't answer it Mulder, its them, they'll
know we're here"

     Mulder shot him a look as if to say "you're out of your mind" and
walked over the phone lifting it off the receiver.

     "Hello."

     A vaguely familiar woman's voice answered him, "Hello,  ...Mulder?"

     "Yes."

     "Hi, this is Kathy Goldman, I own the cabin, may I speak to Dana?"

     "Oh, hi Kathy, I didn't recognize your voice.  Dana went on a hike this
morning and I don't expect her back until at least noon."

     "How's everything going there, are you guys enjoying the cabin?"

     "Oh yeah its great except for the weather the first day which was
rotten.  We're actually going to be leaving this afternoon."

     "Actually its a lot more romantic for two people to be stuck up there
with bad weather. You have plenty of dry wood to burn I hope."

     "When it looked like it was going to rain I brought a ton inside."

     "Listen one of the reasons I'm calling is to ask you a favor. I see its
supposed to get bitterly cold there tomorrow. Would you mind bringing
the canoe into the cabin when you leave. I'm afraid it might get water
in it and it might freeze causing it to crack, so if you just make sure
its dry and lay it upside down on the living room floor I would really
appreciate it."

     "Sure, no problem, where is the canoe thought?"

     "Oh you haven't had a chance to use it yet? It's hanging up under the
cabin on hooks along with life preservers. The paddles stuck up under
the eves."

     "Now that I know about it I might take it out for a little spin on the
lake before we leave."

     "By all means do, if the weathers good. And could you have Dana call me
either before you leave or when you get back tonight."

     "Sure will, thanks a lot Kathy, for letting us use your cabin."

     "Hey I'd do anything for Dana, and I want to have you to up to my house
in Philadelphia real soon. I usually have a big house party around
Hanukah and I want you two to come."

     "Thanks for the invitation Kathy, I'll tell Dana." Before Mulder hung
up the phone he glanced over at Krycek who was still shaking his head.

     "Krycek its okay, that was the lady who owns this place, she has no
idea that you're here."

     "Mulder they get other people to do their dirty work for them, people
you trust, they threaten them or trick them into doing their bidding.
They probably tricked this women into calling here to see if we were
still here."

     "I don't know, the call seemed pretty innocent to me Krycek, if it were
my cabin I probably would've called too."

     The two men finished their breakfast and dressed to go outside for the
day. Either Krycek wasn't in the mood, or after the previous evening of
regressive hypnosis he'd remembered that he actually disliked Mulder,
for he never once made any comment or suggestion regarding the sexual
relationship they'd had over the last few days. Mulder considered it a
relief. Mentally he had already put it all behind him. This extra day
alone with Krycek wouldn't even try his resolve.

     The two men spent a quiet morning on the dock. Krycek began reading
"Crime and Punishment" again. He raced through the first two hundred
pages. Mulder figured he'd finally remembered that he had already read
it over and over. He used Scully's laptop computer to rewrite the
reports he had been laboring over for nearly a week. After about two
hours he decided that he had a satisfactory product to present to
Skinner on Monday morning.  The Department of Justice would be able to
use their reports to begin building a case against a Kansas City couple
who had been extorting banks with computer viruses. The couple had
threatened the uncooperative bank officials by breaking into their homes
and performing psuedo-voodoo rituals on their terrorized families.

   The two men ate lunch on the dock. Mulder couldn't decide if Krycek
was tired or angry, he seemed so uncommunicative. Finally after they sat
in silence for awhile he said, "Well, I guess this is it, your boss is
coming to get me and throw my ass back in jail. I might as well enjoy
this while I can."

"Would you be interested in going out in the canoe?"

Krycek's face lit up. "That'd be great! Where is the canoe?" 


"Under the house. Let me shut down the computer and pick up the lunch
dishes and then I'll get it out." 

Within a half an hour the two men were launching the canoe from the
dock. Krycek was in the front of the boat with his wrists handcuffed
together, Mulder sat in the back to do all the paddling. He'd planned on
uncuffing Krycek once they were closer to the center of the lake so that
he could give him a hand with the paddling. Mulder figured they had at
least two hours on the lake before they needed to be back to meet
Skinner.  The lake was beautiful, the bare birches surrounding the water
appeared as silver rods and the whole forest took on a golden hue as the
afternoon sun moved lower in the sky. Mulder was reluctant to unhandcuff
Alex, but as long as he knew he had a gun trained on him, and they were
surrounded by deep and cold water, he figured he would try anything
stupid. If he mentioned that they might be able to cut a deal with him,
Krycek would have even more incentive to behave himself.

As soon as they pushed away from the dock Mulder broached the subject.
"Krycek we know you have a lot of information that we need in order to
get that cigarette smoking bastard behind bars. We know he's operating
way outside the law protecting certain illegal foreign interests that
are operating in this country. Your cooperation in providing us with
information that will bring him down will certainly be considered when
we balance your culpability in all this.  As far as I'm concerned your
involvement in his activities need never even come to the attention of
the Attorney General." Mulder knew he was way overstepping his bounds on
this one but there was a lot more he needed from this man besides just
bringing Cancerman down.  "That tape you had last year, do you have any
idea where it is?"  

     "No I don't know what you're talking about.  I mean, I know who you're
talking about, the man you call Cancerman. I never knew his name though.
I don't know what you mean by a tape or foreign interests, maybe I was
kept in the dark a little more than you think."

Mulder stopped paddling and unlocked Krycek's handcuffs. "No you had the
DAT tape last year. We were going to get it when another car rammed into
us. That's the last time I saw you before four days ago."

"I really don't know what your talking about Mulder." Krycek flexed his
wrists and picked up the paddle. 

This was really exasperating, "Do you remember being in Hong Kong?"

"Yeah I think I remember being there, I was hiding from him but I don't
remember why."

Mulder decided that maybe he had better just give it up. Krycek needed
quite a few more sessions with Dr. Pomerantz before he could remember
everything, and he intended on sitting in on everyone of them. "Just
keep in mind Krycek, the more you can remember and the more information
you can provide us with the better you chances of going free."

Krycek glanced back at Mulder and smiled as he cut his paddle through
the water.  "There's something _I_ want to talk to you about Foxy."

Mulder cringed, he knew what was coming. 

"Come on Foxy, lets go over to the side of the lake there and I'll suck
you off better than you've ever had it before, I owe you big time."

There was Krycek, paddling in front of the canoe. His words and his
appearance certainly seemed anomalous. Here in the woods with his
practically shaved head, his bruised and cut face and camouflaged
hunting clothing which they had dragged out of the back closet of the
cabin, he looked like a reject from the Michigan Militia. All he needed
was a swastika tattooed on the side of his neck. Yet his was offering to
suck off a federal agent. Mulder had to laugh. 

"What's so funny?"

"Its just the way you look, with that outfit and that haircut you look
more like an antigovernment survivalist yet you're offering to give a
blow job to an FBI agent."

"Hey, I'm trying to wear down your moral fiber. That's how I plan on
taking over the world." he laughed.

"No way Krycek."

"But you don't know how good I am, I'll take your cock down my throat
and you'll never want me to pull away. I can deep throat any size piece
of meat, even your monster, and you won't have to move a muscle."

Krycek's dirty talk was starting to work on him. A blowjob was no big
deal he told himself. He didn't like the idea of doing it in the woods
though, but maybe they could go back to the cabin just a little earlier.
Skinner was punctual to a fault, if he said he was going to be there at
three he'd be there on the minute. "All right man, we'll go back a
little earlier."

Krycek turned back again a shot him a lascivious grin as they turned the
canoe back toward the cabin.  They paddled for about a half an hour in a
homewards direction. Almost time to lock up Krycek's wrists Mulder
thought. They still needed to cross a wide cove but the dock was almost
in view, and it wouldn't be long before they'd be back. Mulder put down
his paddle and leaned over to his prisoner.

"Put your wrists out man." The canoe continued drifting forward but
swung around sideways.  Mulder pulled out the handcuffs and began
searching for the key. "Damnit, where did I put that key." He searched
through his pockets and pulled out his wallet, the keys to the cabin, a
wad of receipts and various other items as he searched for the key. 

"Mulder remember how you asked me about the man I used to work for and
what else I remembered?"

"Yeah," Mulder didn't even look up as he searched inside the bottom of
the canoe for the handcuff key.

"Well I remember that man over there, we used to work together."

Mulder jerked his body around and looked at the dock which was coming
closer and closer into view. There on the end of the dock was a man in a
dark suit with a high powered rifle aimed directly at them. "Oh shit" he
screamed and shot a panicked look at Krycek. Krycek was already in the
process of capsizing the canoe. Within a second Mulder felt himself
immersed in the ice cold water of Otterback Lake as rifle shot blasted
into the side of the capsized vessel. Both men immediately swam up
underneath, barely keeping there heads out of the water to breathe. 

"Mulder, they're trying to kill me, I'm going to try to swim for it,
I've got your wallet." He briefly held up the brown leather wallet,
"I'll take the money."

"There's no money." Mulder shouted, another rifle shot blasted into the
side of the canoe, the force slamming the canoe against their heads. He
heard shouting on the dock. Voices seemed to be coming through the woods
as well.

"ATM card?" 

"PIN's my birthday," he shouted, and then Krycek was under the water and
gone.

 He needed to get out of that water and away from the canoe as fast as
possible. He ripped off his life preserver and dove down. He was almost
sure he was going to drown. He could already feel the coldness of the
water immobilizing his limbs. He started to come up for air but realized
how close he was to the canoe and dove again. He figured that if he went
for the shoreline as fast as possible it would probably distract them so
that Krycek would have more of a chance to get away.  His head came
crashing through the surface of the water and he gasped for air. He was
really only about thirty yards from the nearest dry land, but he wasn't
sure if he could make it.  His limbs just weren't cooperating. "I see
him," he heard someone shooting. He didn't hear anymore gunshots so he
started doing a slow paddling stroke to the bank. Not only were his
limbs becoming less and less mobile but they wee beset with stinging
pains.  The shore was now so close, he glanced over to the closest land
and there was a man standing on the edge aiming a rifle directly at his
head.

"Hold your fire, its Mulder" another voice shouted. He finally reached
the shore and two pairs of arms roughly pulled out of the water and on
to the land. He immediately rolled himself into a ball and began
shivering uncontrollably. 

Two men were standing over him, pulling him up. They looked like typical
G-men but if these two were working for whom he thought, there was
nothing typical about them. They dragged him up to his feet. The one
whom  had originally spotted on the shore got in his face and demanded,
"Where's Krycek?"

"At the bottom of the lake, you hit him." he answered. Mulder found
himself unconsciously leaning into the man out of a desperate need for
warm, but was abruptly pushed away. 

"Lets take him back to the cabin, it looks like might have hypothermia."

They dragged him, soaking wet and at arms length, along the quarter-mile
trail that wove along the cove, without ever removing the point of the
gun from his head. He knew who would be waiting for him inside the cabin
and he wasn't afraid to face him. He realized that the attention they
were giving him would give Krycek a better chance to escape, if Krycek
could survive in the lake long enough to get to shore that is. 

As they passed the drive he observed two ostentatious black sedans
parked outside the cabin. The two men pushed him through the door and
roughly threw him on to the floor at the feet of another, older, man. He
glanced up to see a menacing tendril of cigarette smoke wafting to the
ceiling.

"Agent Mulder, I suggest you change out of those wet things... Don't you
think its a little late in the year to go swimming in the lake?" Mulder
lay on the floor shivering uncontrollably. With all of his strength he
pulled himself, shot an angry look at his enemy, and walked into the
bedroom to change his clothes.

"Where's is he?" the cigarette-smoking man demanded?

"We hit him. Mulder saw him go down." one of the goons answered.

"_Mulder_ saw him go down? And you believed him?" His voice barely held
back his anger and irritation, "I want to see his dead body, do you
understand that, I don't want him captured alive, I want his dead
body."  Three men in suits and trench coats immediately grabbed rifles
and headed out of the cabin.

Mulder slowly undressed, pealing off the sodden woolens, blue jeans and
tennis shoes, and throwing them into a wet pile on the floor. His skin
felt numb, anesthetized. His movements were jerky and slow but he was
becoming confident that he hadn't suffered too badly from his fall in
the lake. If he had really suffered serious hypothermia he wouldn't be
able to control his shivering, but after drying himself off he was
already starting to feel a little warmer. He put on as many of the
warmest and driest clothes he could get his hands on. He was just
finishing changing when another of Cancerman's henchmen burst into the
bedroom. Without even speaking, he unceremoniously pushed a gun to his
scalp and hauled him into the living room by his collar.

Mulder,  looked over to see Cancerman at the stove pouring some hot
liquid into a mug. He turned around and handed him the mug. "I suggest
you drink this Agent Mulder, you need to get your core temperature back
up to normal as quickly as possible."

Refusing to thank him Mulder drank the hot chocolate that his enemy had
made for him. Cancerman sat down at the kitchen table and lit up another
Morley He didn't speak for several minutes while he sucked on his
cigarette. Mulder was silent also as he finished his chocolate, watching
Cancerman watching him. After several minutes they heard several rifle
reports and shouting in the woods.

"This is the last day of deer hunting season isn't it Agent Mulder?"

Mulder stared back at him blankly.

"Its such a tragedy, every year so many hunters and bystanders are
killed in hunting related accidents."  He paused briefly. "People,
...such as yourself for instance..., go into the woods not wearing blaze
orange and are tragically mistaken for game by over-enthusiastic, bored
or intoxicated hunters."

"Actually hunting season ended yesterday."

"Oh did it? But I thought I heard they'd extended it a day this year,
just to give those people who hadn't caught anything, a shot at some
game."

Mulder glance briefly at his watch. Twenty minutes to go, he thought.

"I have a few questions to ask you Agent Mulder, and if you answer them
quickly and efficiently I'm sure we can guarantee your safety leaving
the woods today." He lit up another cigarette.

"Who told you about the whereabouts of Mr. Krycek?"

Mulder didn't answer him.

"It was very unwise for you to attempt to rehabilitate someone as sick
as Mr. Krycek. His mental breakdown last year was devastating and
tragic. It seems that when he was accidentally locked up in a missile
silo for a few days he completely lost his mind. I never realized how
tenuous, how fragile his grasp of reality must have been. But what else
can you expect from a man who rivaled Timothy Leary in the number of
hallucinogenics he took."

"He has you to thank for that."

"Who told you where he was Mr. Mulder?" Mulder stared back at him
silently.

"Who told you?"

"We searched the data bases of every mental institute in the country
looking for someone matching his profile."

"That's a lie Mulder, someone tipped you off and I want to know who."

"I told you no one, we searched databases for months to find him."

"Are you trying to make me for the fool? Perhaps another little dip in
the lake will help clear your memory." In the distance, more rifle shots
echoed through the woods. 

The cigarette-smoking man continued, "Well at any rate I'm sure my men
have gotten him by now."  For a second Mulder thought he heard cars
pulling up outside. Then he was sure of it. His enemy stopped talking
and listened intently for a moment, then a vexed looked crossed his
face.  

A second later three FBI agents burst through the door with their
weapons drawn. "Federal agents, drop your weapons and put your hands
up."  Mulder saw Cancerman's henchman place his rifle on the kitchen
counter and put his palms in the air. Cancerman himself slightly flexed
his palms upwards, never relinquishing his lit cigarette.  A second
later his boss Assistant Director Skinner walked through the door of the
cabin along with his partner Scully in her long woolen trench coat. She
immediately ran over to Mulder and whispered "Are you okay, you look
like hell."

"I'm fine, I feel in the lake though." 

Skinner walked up to Cancerman "What in the hell are you doing here?" he
angrily hissed.

Cancerman continued to drag on his cigarette, making no effort to avoid
blowing the smoke in Skinners face. "I'm here protecting my interests,
same as you, Mr. Skinner."

"You have no right to break into this cabin and point a gun into my
agent's face. You and your mercenary goons better get the hell out of
here fast."

"I'm here to take Alex Krycek into custody, he's a dangerous man who's
now at large because of the irresponsible actions of _your_ agents. My
"mercenary goons" as you say, and myself are going to be searching the
area around this lake for him so I suggest you and your agents stay out
of the way, that is, if you don't want an accidental fire fight to break
out."

"You're wrong," he growled. "the FBI has complete jurisdiction over any
searches that are to be conducted in a federal park.  And if you're
threatening to interfere with our investigation I'll have you arrested
right now." He paused to let his threat sink in I suggest that you and
your men clear out of here fast."

"All right Mr. Skinner." Cancerman stomped his cigarette out on the
floor and turned to leave. "My interests _will_ be protected. You'll be
hearing from me very soon."  A few minutes later they heard the two
large sedans pulling away from the cabin.

"Where is he Mulder?" Skinner demanded. 

"I don't know, we capsized the canoe when they started shooting at us, I
haven't seen him since."

The FBI began scouring the lake. Within minutes Skinner was on the phone
calling for reinforcements to the search area. 

"Was he handcuffed Mulder?" Scully asked.

"No I let him out of the cuffs so he could help me paddle."  Mulder
explained to them that and Krycek were out on the lake and the situation
surrounding Cancerman's arrival.  They both thought it was odd that he
would take a suspect out in a canoe but were glad when they considered
it may have been Krycek's only chance of survival. 

"That was a brilliant move, giving him your ATM card, we'll be able to
track him now."

"Basically he stole it, but thanks."

Within an hour a score of law enforcement agents were searching the area
around the lake for the body or whereabouts of Alex Krycek. It was soon
dark, but the search continued. The New York state police, who were
assisting with the search, arranged to dredge the lake at first light.
Mulder and Scully waited in the cabin while the search was being
conducted. Mulder huddled by the fire trying to stay warm, within an
hour the effects of the hypothermia had all but dissipated.

"If he's alive he'll come to us eventually Scully."

"Why do you say that Mulder, I don't think we'll ever see him again,
unless he uses that ATM card and we capture him from that."

"Eventually he's going to realize that we're his only hope."

"What do you mean, we're his only hope?  We're going to throw him back
in prison Mulder. I think he already knows that."

"Yeah, but now he's free," he paused grimly, "or dead, ...and he'll
probably think we'll make a deal with him for the information he has
about the MJ-12 files and the activities of our cigarette smoking
friend."

"We can't offer him anything Mulder, he's a murder suspect."

"Scully, we don't have anything on him except assault and battery."

Scully pensively considered what her partner was suggesting.

At around eight o'clock that evening Skinner received a telephone call
from the director of the FBI ordering him to immediately discontinue the
search. A few minutes later the police captain from the New York State
troopers informed skinner that they had been order to discontinue in
assisting with the search and that they would be unable to dredge the
lake.

After Skinner returned to the cabin to inform them that the search had
been discontinued, the FBI contingent caravanned back to Utica to take
hotel rooms for the night. Scully and Mulder stayed over in the cabin
just in case their former prisoner made an attempt to return.  Late into
the night they stayed up talking by the fireplace. Scully told her
partner about her trip to Washington, her meeting with Skinner and the
agents she had met on the plane.

"It was really strange running into this guy I hadn't seen in over two
years, I hardly knew him at all when we worked in Quantico together, but
we really hit it off during the plane ride back to Washington."  She
went on to tell her partner how she was planning on calling Steve
Dzysoski as soon as they got back.

Mulder pretended to be interested, she had to know he would be just a
little jealous. She seemed really happy though, that was what was
important. He wished he could tell her how events in his life had
changed in the last two days but he just couldn't bring himself to
reveal the truth to her. She could probably accept it if he were gay or
bi, even though it would change their relationship, but with Alex Krycek
she would feel genuinely betrayed.

On the other side of the lake a man lay naked and shivering wrapped in
blankets under a camp bed in a rustic hunter's shack which had been
recently evacuated. At one point in the night he crossed a threshold, he
realized he wasn't going to die of hypothermia and his body began to
relax and produce its own heat again. He  had heard activity all around
him for hours and had lain perfectly still, but now the activity was
gone and the woods were as quiet and still as a tomb. And he felt
entombed, under the bed, naked, wrapped in dirty blankets unable to move
for fear of discovery, but tomorrow he would arise. He was out of
prison, alive, unshackled,  beginning to realize just who he was and he
had an ATM card. This certainly wasn't the worst situation with which
he'd been faced. 

The End of "the Cabin"
The sequel to this story is "the Island" and will be posted during the
second week of October. Hopefully by then none of the main characters in
this story will have been killed off in the season premier, as rumor has
it.