From: "sscw46" Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2001 16:19:30 -0500 Subject: Two Days in February by SSCW46 Source: direct TITLE: Two Days in February AUTHOR: SSCW46 RATING: PG for the "S" word. CATEGORY: VA SPOILERS: Essence/Existence DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013, and the FOX Network. No copyright infringement is intended. ARCHIVE: Gossamer, Ephemeral, anywhere else needs my permission. SUMMARY: A lot has changed since Mulder's and William's absence five years ago. Krycek POV. *revised* AUTHOR'S NOTE: I named this story after an old Goo Goo Dolls song from their third album, Hold Me Up. The title of this fic has nothing to do with the story itself. I just didn't know what to name it. "Two Days in February," "Slide," and "Iris" kind of inspired me to write this piece. Not much of a plot, just some stuff I wrote one day when I was bored. Two Days in February by SSCW46 Oh, Scully. Why'd you have to move here? I can picture you in your Georgetown apartment, sitting there, contemplating such a big change. All these years you've been waiting for him, and you're afraid that if he comes back, will he be able to find you? Will you ever see your son again? Trust me, I know what it's like to be haunted by these uncertainties. They literally choke you alive. You wish you could leave, run away from these problems, go to a different place where you wouldn't have to think about it. Is that why you moved here, Scully? All the way across the country? Would've been more convenient if you still lived in Georgetown, not that it was hard for me to find you. That's the easy part. Coming up to see you is the difficult thing. So I trudged up the stairs, knowing that each step I took would give me less of a chance to go back. Knock, knock. I know you're there, Scully. I saw your light on, your small, petite figure moving gracefully past the window. No peephole. I guess that's lucky for me. Then she'd have to open the door before knowing who's behind it. One of the advantages of her moving away from her original apartment. Finally. I waited while the doorknob turned, a small crack appeared in the frame. I took my opportunity and slammed my palm against the door to keep her from shutting it once she recognizes me. "Hello, Agent Scully." The look she gave me was priceless. Confusion, anger, incredulity all rolled into one. She suddenly spat out one word, "You." The hatred in her voice was unmistakable. Yup, she hates me. "I thought you were dead," she said in her acid tone. "Well I'm not. Long story. Don't feel like telling it." A piercing look was directed at me before she screamed, "Get out!" even though I was only standing in front of her door. She probably meant that she wanted me out of the building. "Scully, I came all the way from D.C. to see you. Where's your hospitality?" I put on the cocky little grin that she hates so much. I could feel her putting pressure on the door, but my hand stopped her from shutting me out. "Come on, Scully. I only want to talk. It's been, what - five years?" First she looked at me, the anger still in her eyes. Then slowly, she sort of broke down in front of me. I had never seen Scully like this before. The wall of her hope and strength that had begun deteriorating years ago, finally collapsed. "Just... leave," she said. Her voice shook and she stared at the ground with tearful eyes. Oh, shit. I made her cry. I sighed and slipped through the door. "Scully," I said, "I have something for you." I reached into my pocked and pulled out an envelope. It was addressed to Scully, from Mulder. "The date on it is last month. He's still alive, Scully. And so is William." She said nothing. She took the envelope from me and held onto it tightly. "How did you get this?" "I intercepted it. I didn't want it to fall in the wrong hands." Boy, did that sound funny. "But why did you do this?" Hmmm. Good question. Redemption? Guilt? Probably both. I think I'll avoid that question. "I have to go now." Then I did something that I think surprised us both. "I want you to have this." I handed her a piece of paper with my phone number on it. "It's my cell phone number. If you need anything, or want to talk or whatever. Call me." She took the paper and didn't say anything. I nodded and left. When I got outside, I felt the urgency to go to a bar and get drunk. So I walked there, all the while thinking about what had just happened. You know, I should understand myself more than anybody else that knows me, yet I cannot figure out why I did those things in Scully's apartment. Then it hit me. Five years. Five goddamn years with no one. I needed to see a familiar face, and Scully did too. Even though the familiar face she had to see was me. I needed it, it was like therapy. I just regret that I ended everything so soon. Ten minutes later, I found a bar. Went inside, all ready to get drunk. Swallow all my loneliness down with the beer. Or vodka. I was about to order from the bartender when my cell phone rang. I pulled it out and answered it. "Hello?" "Krycek? This is Scully." On second thought, I don't need to end my loneliness with a couple of drinks. I think I got something better. -End- Feedback, please. It's my oxygen.