From: Jessica Witt Date: Thu, 05 Aug 1999 12:33:13 -0500 Subject: story Source: direct Title: The Krycek Files: I,RAT. Author: KILDRAE & KRYCHICK Summary: Krycek is abducted, but for what exactly? Rating: PG-13 for some sexually tilted dialogue. Keywords: Krycek Humor Author's Notes: OK HERE WE GO! OUR FIRST KRYCEK FANFICTION!!!!! Be afraid, be VERY afraid. Actually this is our first XF fanfiction so go us!!! Well the premise of how we wrote this is that we took turns during 5 minute periods to write. That's what the asterisks are for. Every time you see a line of asterisks you'll know we've switched authors. Kildrae starts out and then it moves on to me and so forth. So We hope it's good. If not, please don't kill us. And now on with the story.......... Krycek was bored. Honestly and totally bored. In the last forty-eight hours, there had been no people to assassinate, no conspiracies to work for and screw up, and absolutely no Scully to hit on. Not that he'd ever actually hit on Scully while those annoying camera men were around. But the thought had crossed his mind on occasion. That was it! If he had nothing to do, and the thought of Scully had been haunting him so, there was only one thing left for him to do. Heh heh. The look on Mulder's face would be priceless. ~Note to readers: This may sound like an idealistic plot for all Krycek lovers, but it's not. It just so happens that just after our beloved rat set foot outside his house, he was engulfed by a bright white light and transported onto the flagship of the Reticulum war fleet to be the eternal love slave of their beautiful and terrible leader: Princess Jessica. Now back to our story . . . His head hurt like heck. Krycek woke to find himself staring up into a sterile white ceiling that just happened to be connected to four sterile white walls. * * * * * * There was no door and defiantly no windows (that would be rather pointless since they're traveling in outer space). It was as if he had been materialized into the room. With much effort he tried to lift his hand to his aching skull but found that his arm was restrained at the elbow by a leather strap. He tried his other hand and had the same results. With sudden panic he tried to move his legs but they too were restrained. Slowly he willed his body and mind to calm down. He'd get no where at this rate. * * * * * "You will get nowhere anyway," a rich, female voice came from the far side of the room. Krycek turned to see a tall, elegant woman with grey skin and orange hair. Despite the obvious color problem, the woman was astoundingly beautiful. Frankly, with the things he had been planning to do to Scully earlier, it was a good thing that he was restrained to the bed. "Can you read my thoughts?" he asked the woman, realizing that he had said nothing. She smiled, he eyes cold. "No, not without the proper equipment. But the expression on your face is clear enough. In case you were wandering, I am Princess Jessica, heir to the throne of Reticula." As she talked, she made her way over to his bed. "And you," one finger traced down his belly, "are now my property." * * * * * * * With a gulp Krycek cleared his throat a little uncomfortably. "What do you want me for?" Lazily the Princess drew light circles around his navel. "It gets boring around here. All rule this and conquer that. I never have time to play anymore." Her tone held a kind of bored listlessness to it. But then her face stretched into a wide, almost feral looking grin. "But now that you're here, the fun can begin." Krycek was afraid to ask, but through some fluke in his psyche he asked anyway, "Fun?" The smile grew even more. "Of course, depending on whether you'll have fun or not is a different matter altogether." * *** * * ** His first impulse--as that of any man who was brought up in a male-dominated society and then thrown in as a sex slave to a crazy dominatix from across the stars might--was to scream. But as he contemplated his new role in life, he realized that it had a certain appeal to it. There, sadly, was when the fun ended. For in the glowing light of his newfound happiness there rose a startling realization: My God, Mulder was right! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Mistaking his sudden change of mood, the Princess frowned. "It's not that bad trust me." Krycek shook his head. "No, you don't understand. You're grey. You eat human livers!!!" Apparently his incorherrant babbling wasn't going over well. "Medic!" the Princess barked. "I believe that you have been mistreating my new pet. I want you to run a full diagnostic on him immediately!!" That's when a rather sadistic-looking, grey-skinned doctor came into view holding a devise that Krycek new all so well. "No," he whispered disparingly. "Anything but the anal.-prober." * * * * The doctor advanced towards him with a certain manacle glee in her eyes that was very disturbing from Krycek's point of view. In sudden desperation Krycek began to struggle against his bonds. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Princess sigh. "All you're going to do is get yourself hurt." By this time the "doctor" had crossed the room and was bending over Krycek. * * * * * "Please!" he yelled in desperation. "I'll do anything. ANYTHING! Just don't use . . . . that." A wicked gleam entered into the Princess' eyes. "Anything?" she asked slowly. Realizing what he had just said, Krycek hesitated. One look at the doctor and his hesitation ended. "Anything." he confirmed. Jessica smiled. "Excellent. Doctor, bring him to my quarters. ~Two hours later, Krycek found himself standing in the middle of the Princess' dining hall, staring into the laughing faces of almost three hundred Reticulum. "This is not what I had in mind," he muttered, straightening his new pink too-too. Frankly, his too-too was scratchy, the ballet shoes were too tight, and his makeup was smearing. If there was one thing he couldn't stand in the universe other than strawberry ice cream, it was having his makeup smear. * * * * * * * From somewhere in the theater, over some sort of speaker system, came the Princess' clear voice. "Now earthling you will entertain us. I've selected a piece of music from your home planet." There was a brief pause before the clear sound of music resounded out from the same speaker system. Dind ding ding, ding, ding- dingdingding-dingdingding-ding ding ding ding ding. (sugarplumb fairy) Mentally Krycek screamed, Nooo! anything but this! He was just about to run for it when he heard a light buzzing sound in his ears. At first he wondered if there was something wrong with the sound system but he just had enough time think this when he feet seemed to move of their own accord. The sound was inside his head! They were controlling him!!!!! * * * * * For hours upon hours it continued. First the Nutcracker, then a wild assortment of Swan Lake, The Velveteen Rabbit, and a thousand other really bad operas. It was a Hell beyond mention. Yet somehow he managed to get through it all. ~An hour later, he found himself sprawled on the wide, circular bed of the Princess. "Where's my bed?" he asked. "Oh, you haven't been appointed one," the Princess purred. "You'll be sleeping with me." He sighed. So he had been right with his earlier assumption. "Not that I'm complaining, Mistress, but I do have one little objection." "Yes?" she asked, straddling his waist and ripping the buttons off his shirt. "Um, I really have no problem with this part of our bargain. Really. But I do have this one objection about the too-too part." "That can be fixed," she said simply, making short work of the one measly button on his jeans. "Oh?" he asked, trying to ignore the fact that he was now naked and very, very, horny. * * * * * * * * "Sure. I could just go back to earth and find a replacement." "A replacement? As in a replacement replacement?" "No, only for the dance each night." Krycek grinned to himself. Oh yes this was gonna be good. "But in the meantime," The princess' voice snapped him out of his mental scheming, "you have work to do." * * * * * * And work he did. Of course, with the little matter of the too-too out of the way, that night proved to be a wonderful revelation for the both of them. To put it frankly, Krycek just hadn't know that he had it in him. But as the morning came around, he had work to do of another kind. "But of course, I'll conseed to put the selection of your replacement all up to you. The only stipulation is that you have to find him." the Princess was saying. "That shouldn't be too hard," Krycek said. "Not too hard? So you already have someone in mind?" Jessica asked, thoroughly intrigued. "Would you expect any less of me?" ~: That's all for now, kiddies. But be sure to check us out later for THE KRYCEK FILES 2: The Search for Mulder. Feedback is well appreciated. And will help in the next story's production. Lina_magic@hotmail.com