Special Agent Fox
Mulder was alone, or so he thought, in the FBI building's Archives
room, when he heard footsteps echo on the linoleum tiled floor. Mulder
gave a deep sigh, then looked up from the file he was studying to
consider his visitor. It was Alex Krycek.
Mulder watched through narrowed eyes, as the
younger man approached the long oak table at which he sat, and noted
with a smirk, the look of surprise on Krycek's boyishly handsome face
when he noticed Mulder sitting there.
"Oh! Agent Mulder, hello" said Krycek
pleasantly, though in a small and soft voice. "What are you doing
here?"
Mulder closed the file in front of himself, and
smirked again, "I'm just doing a little research" he then
informed Krycek dryly, as the other Agent placed a large Archival
box on the table top.
"Me too" commented Krycek with a smile,
and he felt Mulder's eyes bore into him as he took a seat at the table.
"Oh really?" began Mulder, his arms
now folded in front of himself, "I didn't think you knew the
meaning of the word, Krycek!"
Krycek gave Mulder a black stare, and chose to
ignore his comment. As he lifted the lid off of the Archival box,
Krycek asked -
"Where's Agent Scully?" Krycek removed
a few of the files from the box.
"She left early" replied Mulder, as he reached for one of
the files that Krycek had laid on the table.
"Oh?" began Krycek, "Isn't that
unusual? I mean, Agent Scully never leaves early!" Krycek removed
a few more of the files.
Mulder opened the new file, and without looking
up from it's contents, he replied, "Yeah, well ...she's got a
real good excuse though!" He shook his head, and looked across
the table to Krycek.
"Oh" said Krycek, looking up from his
own file, "And what's that?"
Mulder leant forward in his chair, and whispered in a low voice, "Womens'
problems! You know, Krycek, that time of the month when women become
sugar-craving, man-hating, she-demons from hell!" Mulder sat
back in his chair, and began to laugh. Krycek, in spite of himself,
couldn't help but grin.
"There's no denying that, Mulder" the younger man agreed
with a slight chuckle. Then to disperse an awkward cloud of silence
that threatened to fall, Krycek quickly added -
"Tell me, Agent Mulder" he began, trying
to keep a straight-face, "Have you ever put on a bra and high
heels, and tried to get in touch with your feminine side!?"
Mulder stared back at Krycek increduously, trying
to comprehend if he'd actually heard, what he thought he'd heard!
"Well" prodded Krycek, still trying
to keep a straight-face, "have you?"
"Are you insinuating that I'm gay, Agent
Krycek?" Mulder then spoke.
Krycek began to snigger, causing Mulder to give
him a decidedly foul look.
"Oh! No, Agent Mulder!" said Krycek,
trying hard not to really laugh, "That's not what I mean ...
!"
"Are you trying to tell me then, Agent Krycek,
that you are? A cross-dresser maybe!?" Mulder raised an eyebrow
at the younger Agent, and grinned as Krycek gave him a look of pure
shock.
"No way, Mulder!" Krycek declared a
little loudly, "I was only wondering if you'd ever attempted
to try and understand what makes a woman tick!"
Mulder nodded his head as if in acknowledgement,
and grinned back at Krycek with a mischievious glint in his hazel
eyes.
"I think there's more to this conversation
than you're letting on, Krycek!" Mulder then began a little mysteriously,
"I think you're trying to tell me something, but you just don't
know how to!" Mulder then smiled at the younger man in a teasing
way.
Krycek stared back at Mulder, wondering what
the other Agent could possibly be alluding to, when the penny well
and truly dropped!
"Mulder" began Krycek, sounding a little
nervous, "Are you assuming that I'm trying to tell you that I've
... um ... I've come out of the closet!?"
Mulder couldn't help but grin some more, "Hey"
he began, "you're the one telling the story!"
It was Mulder's turn to try and keep a straight-face,
but he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the mixed expression of
anger and disgust on Krycek's face.
"I'm not! Okay!?" Krycek spat out the
words angrily. He stared across the table at Mulder who dared to pull
a rude face back at him. Krycek was fuming!
"Oh" Mulder then smirked, "Not
what, Krycek? Gay, or just coming out of the closet!?"
Krycek was really beginning to look furious now,
and he glared back at Mulder, his temper barely in check. Krycek really
would have liked to have leapt across the oak table, and land a few
punches to the side of Mulder's head, but he resisted the urge ...
just!
"I'm neither!" Krycek fairly screamed
at Mulder, "I'm not gay, I'm not coming out of the closet, I'm
not even a damn cross-dresser! Satisfied!?"
Krycek had stood up from his chair, and gripped
the edge of the oak table so tightly, that his knuckles shone white!
He couldn't believe that Mulder would assume he was gay over a stupid
little question!
Mulder began to smirk even more, and leant back
in his chair a little precariously.
"Satisfied ... hmmm!!" Mulder seemed
to toy with the word, and he raised an eyebrow at Krycek again. He
was in the mood for a little fun ... at Krycek's expense!
"Am I satisfied?" Mulder then asked
of the other Agent, "Hell no, Krycek! I'm not satisfied! Come
to think of it, I haven't been satisfied in a *long* time! Nope, I'm
not satisfied at all. I just can't find the right person to satisfy
these raging hormones of mine!"
Krycek sat back down in his chair, giving Mulder
a disgusted look as he did so. He became instantly suspicious of the
strange expression on Mulder's face, and tried to choose his words
carefully.
"What do you mean, Mulder?" Krycek
began in a small voice.
"Exactly what I just said!" insisted
Mulder, who was still trying to play it straight, "I'm not satisfied,
Krycek! I want to be satisfied!" Mulder then slammed a tightly
clenched fist down on the table top, causing a startled Krycek to
jump slightly from his chair.
Krycek quickly composed himself, swallowed dryly,
and looked across to Mulder who was now eyeing him a little strangely.
"Um ... " began Krycek a little nervously,
"What can I do for you?" He immediately winced at the usage
of his words, and stared at Mulder.
"That's easy" began Mulder, lowering
his voice and speaking a little softly. He then reached a hand out
across the table towards Krycek's, "you can satisfy me, Krycek
... " Mulder winked at the even more startled Agent, causing
Krycek to remove his hands from the table top in lightning quick speed.
Krycek leant back in his chair, and stared back at Mulder. Was this
really happening? Was Agent Mulder really coming on to him? What sort
of sick joke was this?
"Um ... yeah!?" said Krycek, in what
could only be described as a nervous sounding squeak, "What are
you trying to say?"
Mulder puckered his lips, winked at Krycek again,
laughing as he did so. Then suddenly, he slammed a clenched fist on
the table top again, and leant forward, literally yelling into Krycek's
face.
"You can satisfy me, Krycek, but shutting
that damn mouth of your's, and stop asking me stupid questions! Okay!?"
Krycek gave Mulder a nervous smile, "Okay!"
he agreed, "I can do that, not a problem!"
Mulder fixed the younger man with a dark stare,
then the two Agents returned to their respective files and research.
THE END.