From: XFilesFMDS@aol.com
Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2000 00:10:19 EDT
Subject: Finally Forgiven
Source: revision

TITLE: Finally Forgiven

AUTHOR: Mel X Lady 

RATING: R 

CATEGORY: Krycek

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SPOILERS: None

SUMMARY: Krycek thinks and makes an ultimate decision.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alex Krycek, 1013/Fox does. Good for them

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It was done. Krycek had killed her. He had finally killed Dana Scully, but 
why didn't he feel relief, or even joy? All he could concentrate on was how 
badly he needed to get home and wash the blood from his hands and his 
clothes. He had decided on burning them by the time he had shut the door of 
her apartment. Alex wasn't sure why he hated himself so much right now. He 
had killed several times before, and never felt anything, but why now, that 
he had finally killed Scully, did he fell like he was going to die himself?

Krycek stopped in front of the door and pulled out a key. He slowly slipped 
it into the lock and turned. He opened the door and stepped in. The room was 
different, it looked and felt different then when he had left it. He shrugged 
it off as he walked into his bedroom and pealed his damp shirt off his skin. 
He looked at his chest and noticed it was slightly stained from the blood. 
The blood of Dana Scully.
"Damn." he murmured silently as he kicked off his boots and took off his 
jeans. Krycek looked up to the mirror and saw a flash of lightning in the 
reflection. The bright flash lit up the room for a moment as Krycek saw that 
he looked like hell. He had dark circles under his eyes and he hadn't shaven 
in a few days. He also noticed that he had 5 small cuts on his right cheek 
from Scully's finger nails. They had struggled before Krycek pulled out his 
gun and shot her in the right temple. The rain started to pour down as he 
decided to wait to take a shower.

Alex walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch as he reached 
for the remote, but was interrupted by the shrill ringing of his phone. He 
jumped at the sound and reached for the phone that rested near the arm of the 
couch.
"Krycek." he said plainly.
"Channel 5." A voice said quietly before the line went dead. He put the phone 
back down and walked over and picked up the remote that he had tried for 
moments before.
"Channel 5." he repeated to himself as he turned it on and switched to 
channel 5. He sat down as he listened to the words that came from the TV that 
showed the camera to an all but too familiar place filled with FBI agents and 
police officers.

His stomach turned as he saw the image of AD Skinner appear on the screen. 
The words soaked in as he realized he had made one mistake that would cost 
him his life. He had left his knife at Scully's apartment. He'd taken it out 
to break the lock on her front door but forgot to pick it up.
"Shit!" he said as he walked toward the phone and heard it ring.
"I saw."
"Alex, get to New York, now!"
Krycek moved his eyes back to the screen as he now saw scenes of Mulder 
standing outside the apartment with a woman he took to be Scully's Mom. He 
had never seen the aftermath of one of his murders before. He looked toward 
the ground as he heard the angry breathing that still registered on the other 
end.
"Is that Scully's Mom?"
"Get to New York."
"Is that Scully's Mom!? Yes or no?!"
"Yes, now get to New York."
"No, I quit."
"You quit. You can't quit!"
"Watch me." he said as he hung up and walked to the bathroom where he'd left 
his gun. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub but stood up and walked to 
the couch. He sat down and looked at the news that now showed Dana Scully's 
body being rolled out of her apartment with a bloody white sheet laid over 
her body. Krycek could still make out the curves of her body until they 
placed a blue tarp on her to protect her body from the pouring rain. He 
sighed as he placed the end of his gun to his right temple and prepared to 
squeeze the trigger but pulled it down for a moment.
"I'm Sorry." he said toward the TV as he put the gun back to his head and 
listened the shrill ringing of the phone begin. He blocked out the ringing as 
he looked toward the TV again and saw Mrs. Scully crying into Mulder's chest. 
He closed his eyes as a tear slipped out as he fired, the small explosion 
throwing his body off the couch and to the ground. Blood pooled out of the 
lifeless body as it mixed and became unseperatable from Dana Scully's.