Title: Destiny Author: Samantha Lin E-mail: TheRatRulz@aol.com You MUST send me e-mail!! Disclaimer: I own everything in here!! What are you going to do, sue me? Fine, take all my money- 50 cents. C'mon, what's the disclaimer for? Like Surfer Dude is really spends his weekends online making sure there's a disclaimer in every damn X-Files fanfic. But I suppose I have to do this anyway. I don't own Fox Mulder nor do I want although I know most of you do. I don't own Dana Scully either. Although I would do ANYTHING to own Alex Krycek, unfortunately, I don't either. Mulder, Scully, Krycek and others all belong to FOX, 1013 and Chris Carter. Summary: Krycek reveals a different agenda and so does Mulder. Since this fanfic is pretty long, there really isn't a definite summary. Did that sentence make sense? Spoilers: Up to Folie a Deux Rating: R Category: Adventure/Romance Keywords: MSR, Krycek/Scully, Mulder/other. Author's Note: Special thanks to AOL's X-Filesaholics for letting me use some of their names in my fanfic. Gigi, Julie, Shannon for being brave souls who first read the fanfic. And Caitlin Fox (Foxtrot318@aol.com) for writing Anna's monologue at the end for me. Oh, yeah, you know when you're thinking about a word and you type that word instead of typing the word you meant to type? No? Oh, well, because I do that. I type one word instead of the other, I don't know how many times I do that, but I do. So if you see a sentence that makes no sense. Shift it around and make it what you will. I know, I know, my english and grammar sucks... just bare with me here. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- June 23rd, Saturday 2: 45 AM Scully's Apartment Her partner held her hand and looked into her eyes as they stood outside the door of her apartment. It had been an incredibly evening. He called her unexpectedly on this Friday night- well, Saturday morning now- and offered her dinner and a movie. She wasn't too thrilled about going over the autopsy reports of the guy who was tortued by having his organs slowly removed- while he was still alive- for 52 hours consecutively. So she agreed. Bad choice. He took her to a real high class, fancy restaurant- Burger King. Some 10 year old was having a birthday party there, and 28 kids ran around throwing french fries at them, jumping up and down, hiding under their table and asking them sexually private questions that she doubt they understood. At the movies, they missed the movie and had to wait for the 11 o'clock one, which is 3 hours later. They stood outside for one hour in the freezing cold and rain until the manager finally agreed to let them wait inside. The theater was crowded with teenage couples. Teenage couples at a movie at 11 o'clock? Forget it. They could barely hear what the actors are saying by all the kissing around, which wasn't so bad since the movie really, really sucked. The actions in the theater was more interesting than what was happening on screen. But it was still a great evening. Lately, there was more of these great evenings. For the entire month, he's been asking her out to dinner and movies. "So... now what?" He asked shyly. "Mulder, don't tell me those teenagers at the theaters got to you too." She laughed. "I was just wondering if I can come in." Mulder said. "You promised you'd tell me that story about Marcus." She pulled away slightly. "Mulder, you're not Eddie Van Blundht in disguise again, are you?" She asked seriously. "No, no. I just wanted to spend more time with you." Mulder said, looking down at the ground. "Not tonight, Mulder. I still have the autopsy reports." She sighed, just thinking about the gruesome pictures. "Oh." Mulder didn't try to hide the disappointment in his voice. She leaned in and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Mulder." "Good night." Mulder smiled. Then he turned away and slowly walked out, turning around to smile at her every few steps. She watched him until he went out the door. Then she went into her apartment, unaware of the man inside waiting for her. + + + + + + He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Mulder turn away and left. He couldn't be found in Scully's apartment by Mulder. Mulder would kill him. This was something he could only do with Scully and Scully alone. He crouched and set into position as he heard the key in the door turn. He smiled to himself. The door opened and he saw her reach for the light. Before her fingers reach it, he leapt out of the dark corner and tackled her on to the ground. He held her down with one arm and kicked the door shut from the ground. Then he spoke. "If you were smart- and I know you are- you'd keep quiet, Dana." + + + + + + She gasped for air as she laid on the ground, with the man on top of her. The tackle had knocked the wind out of her. She saw the door close and darkness fell over the room before she can see his face. "If you were smart- and I know you are- you'd keep quiet, Dana." He said in a menacing voice. She was disturbed by the fact that he knew her name. "Who are you?" She asked in a calm voice. The man hesitated. "If I let you up and show you who I am, you have to promise not to shoot me, promise to hear me out first, than let me go unharmed." He said. "I promise." She said quickly, anything to get out of this awkward position. He let her up and pulled her to her feet. Then he switched on the light. The man standing there, with one arm, was no other than Alex Krycek. "You!" Scully gritted through her teeth as she pulled out her gun. Krycek walked over to the couch and sat down. She followed and stood over him, gun in hand. "You promised to hear me out and then let me go unharmed." He said smugly. "What the hell do you want?" She resisted the urge to spit in his face. "Sit down. You'll want to hear this." Krycek said coolly. She still stood glaring at him. "SIT!!" He said in a commanding voice. She reluctantly sat down in the arm chair across from him, her hand still tightly gripping her gun. "You can relax, Dana." "The name's Scully. Look, Krycek, you're a liar and a murderer and I don't want anything to do with you." Scully said. "Give me ten minutes to explain." He said. "Then I leave." "Ten minutes then I shoot you." "You know something a lot of people are after, Scully." Krycek began. "Oh, yeah? What's that?" "Something your father told you. The formulas for the Pandora Project." Krycek said. Scully shooked her head and cocked her gun. "Sorry, nope, no Pandora or Prometheus or Epimetheus." She lifted the gun and aimed it at Krycek's chest. "It's not ten minutes yet!" Krycek yelled. "Please, I'm begging you, hear me out for ten minutes!" "This better be interesting. I'm having a hard time fighting the urge to shoot you." Scully said. "You do know the formulas. Your father- has he ever had you memorized a bunch of scientific and mathmatical formula that you have no idea what it's for? Memorize codes and letters and words that doesn't make sense?" Krycek asked, and smiled triumphantly when he saw that Scully's expression changed. "How'd you know about that?" "Everybody knows about it. And everyone wants it. Do you still remember it?" "Yes. My father made me recite the whole thing in private everytime he saw me. He's been teaching me since I'm 8 years old. What is this Pandora project?" "The creation of alien life. It's named the Pandora Project because its suceeding factor is slim and they can only hope it works. We can only hope it doesn't." "What does it do?" Scully said, putting the gun down by her side, but with her hands still on it. "It creates life. Forget anything anyone ever told you, even what Mulder said. Forget every 'explanation' you've seen or heard. They're all mostly carefully orchestrated so you scratch the surface of the truth but won't come near the Pandora Project. If you remember, I think about two years ago, you went into a warehouse and found alien babies in tubes? The address was 1616 Pandora. Its addressed was intended to be Pandora. That warehouse was making aliens artificially. Sometimes they make aliens. Sometimes humans. Sometimes alien hybrids. Whatever they make, they're all supposed to turn out to be ruthless, invincible killers that follows the commands of only their creator. "It didn't work. They're not all ruthless, they're not invincible, and they don't follow the commands of their creator. These things will be used in the colonization of Earth by the aliens. But as long as they don't work, the chances are the aliens won't colonize Earth. The project was originally developed by Hitler. When Hitler died, the original project formula was lost. Over the years, bits and pieces were gathered by different agencies hoping to create the ultimate army. All failed, except the aliens. They have certain people with the consortium and the FBI working with them, that's how they suceeded in gathering the information. "But one piece of information was lost, the most important formula in the project. The one that, if added, will complete and fix the flaws of the current creations. Only three men knew what the formula was. None of these men would give in to violence, you'd have to coax it out of them. The first man was by the name of Elvis Presley. I think your partner is quiet familiar with him. The men who are working with the aliens were sent to extract the information from him, to coax it out of him. He 'died' before they can do that. I think he disappeared to escape the hassel. The second was William Mulder. Your partner's father. The third was your father, William Scully." Krycek finished with a sigh and leaned back into the couch. "Why did you kill Mulder's father?" She asked. "I didn't kill his father." Krycek hesistated. "I suppose you should know this too. I know the formula, Scully. I know it because Mulder's father taught it to me. I was kicked out of my house and ended up in the streets in Russia. I would've died if he hadn't found me. He took me to America and settled me with a friend. And when I was old enough, he found me a job. Then he told me the formula. I would never, ever hurt him. He was the closest thing to a family I had. A lot of times I could've killed Mulder. But I didn't because I thought of his father. I'll admit to you- I was there when he died. But Bill Mulder committed suicide. He was going to tell Mulder the formula and about the Pandora Project. I hid in his bathroom and went to see him. When he saw me, he canceled the idea of telling Mulder the formula. Then he committed suicide." "Now, why would he do that?" "He thought I was dead. He wanted to tell Mulder to have him carry on the the knowledge of the formula. When I showed up, he was relieved. He told me to leave this place quickly because Mulder was coming up. I tried to stop him- but he pushed me out the window. I heard the gunshot. Then I ran and left before Mulder can kill me." Krycek said. "Did you kill my sister?" "No. But I was there." Krycek said softly. Scully fought back the tears. "Why? Why her?" "It wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to be you. I warned you- I called you then hung up so hopefully you'd know to get out of the house. The phone was bugged so I didn't say anything. You were being watched, we didn't need to call you to see if you were home." Krycek said. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because someone is after you, Scully. They want this formula. They want the Ultimate Army. The invincible army. I work with the Resistance Force against the colonization. I spied on you and Mulder because I believed that you two worked for aliens. I thought your X-Files is just a cover for your operation. I made a poor judgement. Now, they're after you and Mulder. For years they just spied on you because they couldn't be sure who knew. Now somehow they've found that you know this information. They'll come after you. I don't know if they'll do it by force or try to coax it out of you." "But you know too, at least that's what you said. Why not use create an army for the resistance?" Scully asked. "No. Too dangerous. I hate these things. They're cold blooded killers. They're not human. Even animals have more morals than these things. I just want you to becareful these days. Do not- I mean DO NOT tell anyone about the formula. Not Mulder, not your mother, not anyone." Krycek said as he stood up. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" Scully asked suspiciously. Krycek sighed. "Ah... Scully the skeptic. Well, Scully, there really is no way you can know. How do you know that the formula even means anything? Maybe it's just jibberish. Truth is, you can't. I'm not asking for much anyway. Just that you watch your back." Krycek turned to leave but paused at the door. "Don't tell anyone of this meeting." "Attack." Scully corrected him. "You attacked me. This isn't a meeting. You attacked me." "Whatever. Don't say a word... and protect yourself." And with that, he left. + + + + + + June 23rd, Saturday 9: 01 PM Pizza Hut "Scully? Scully?" Mulder waved his hand in front of his partner. She snapped back to reality quickly. "Yes?" "You phased out on me." Mulder smiled. "What are you thinking about?" She had been preoccupied with thoughts of her encounter with Krycek. But of course she couldn't tell him that. "How you're moving up in class. Yesterday Burger King, today Pizza Hut. What's next?" Scully smiled back. "I was thinking of cooking at home." Mulder said as he finished the last piece of pizza. "Ooh. That's a step down, Mulder." She joked. Mulder grinned. "Ready to go?" He asked. She nodded and grabbed her coat. He helped, like a gentleman, with her coat. He paid the check, he held the door open for her. Although it was a 30 minute walk from Pizza Hut to her apartment, Scully was amazed at the speed in which they arrived. Once again they stood outside her apartment awkwardly holding hands. "Can I come in today?" Mulder asked shyly. --Yes, yes, Yes!!!-- Something inside Scully screamed. But something else told her that he shouldn't. "No. I'm really tired today. Some other time." Scully pecked his cheek and then watched him leave in great disappointment. She entered her apartment quickly, threw her coat and her purse on the couch and turned on the light. She folded her arms and glared at Krycek lying on her couch, with the coat and purse that she just threw over his hand, across his stomach. "Now what?!" She said crossly. "You just ruined my day." "Sorry." He said softly. "What the hell do you want?" "To see you." He said in the same soft voice. "Okay, look. I'm aware of the Pandora Project now. I don't really believe it, but I promise I won't tell the formula to anyone, I'll watch out for myself. Okay?!" She screamed at him. "Actually, I'm not here to help you tonight. I'm here to help myself." He said, his voice getting weaker. She suddenly noticed how pale his face was, how soft and weak his voice, the gleam of sweat on his forehead, the clammy look of his skin. His hand was apparently pressed against his stomach, and the purse and coat covering it. It was the signs of a wounded man. "Are you hurt?" She asked as she knelt down by his side. He nodded painfully. She removed the coat and the purse. She found his blood-covered right hand over a stomach wound. "I think I got your purse dirty. And a little bit of the couch." Krycek said. "You couldn't have gone to a hospital?" She complained as she pried his hand away from the wound. "What would I tell them? I can't deal with the insurance and the medical records and stuff." Krycek explained. She took out a medkit from her closet and examined the wound. "It's not deep. You'll live." She told him as she cleaned up the wound and bandaged it. "What happened?" "I ran into Mulder." Krycek said as he tried to sit up. "He did this to you?" Scully said with genuine surprise. "Hmm-hmm." Krycek groaned and fell flat on his back. "What happened?" She asked as she helped Krycek up. "He saw me in a public bathroom. Wanted to beat me up again. We fought. He stabbed me. Some guy came in. He got distracted. I ran." Krycek said simply. "Where'd the knife come from?" She asked. "Out of his pocket. A pretty red handled knife." Krycek replied. --Damn it... that knife sounds a little too familiar.-- Dana thought as she cursed Mulder for degrading a present. "When did this happen?" She asked. She had spent all day with Mulder and strongly suspected Krycek's story. "I dunno. In the afternoon... I think around 3, maybe." Krycek said. Scully recalled seeing Mulder going to the bathroom for sometime, when he came back he looked like he's been mauled and was fuming angrily. When she asked him what was wrong, he simply brushed her off, claiming it was nothing. When she persisted, he got angry, so she backed off. "Alright. I don't really believe you, of course, till I check with Mulder." She said. Krycek nodded. "Okay." "Isn't it just such a conincidence? Yesterday you came to me telling me about this Pandora Project that just makes you out to be the good guy. Now today, you just happen to run into Mulder. Just happen to be stabbed by him and just happened to come to me for help." Scully said sarcastically. "Well... not exactly. I... I was following you." Krycek admitted. "Following me?!" Scully exclaimed. "I was worried! I was afraid some people might be trying to kidnap you." "No, you're afraid that I'll spill your little secret." "It's not my secret. I'm just trying to keep it from some people." "Don't you dare ever follow me again." "Alright, alright. I'll leave you alone. Can I leave? I mean, do you want me to get out of your apartment?" Krycek asked. "You can leave. But I'd suggest you'd rest for a little while. If you leave now and die, I'll be respondsible and believe it or not, I'd feel guilty- even if you're the one who's dead. Your wound's not deep. You only need to change your bandage one more time tomorrow." "How do I change it?" Krycek asked. "You're going to do it yourself?" She arched an eyebrow. "No other way. I can't go to a hospital." Krycek said. Scully sighed. "Alright, come here than. I'll change it. But after tomorrow, you're out of my life forever. I don't want anything to do with you." She said. Krycek nodded again. Krycek leaned against the couch and closed his eyes. She walked into her bedroom with her cellphone then she dialed Mulder's number. After two rings, he picked up. "Mulder, it's me." She said. "Scully. Is something wrong?" Mulder said with concern in his voice. "No, no, nothing's wrong. Why?" "Nothing... you said you were tired and I thought you'd go to sleep." "No, I just feeling like talking to hear. Is that okay?" "Yeah. Yeah, sure." Mulder said. They talked for about a half an hour, with no particular subject. They talked about work. About the most recent case. About the new secretary. About Holly's new haircut. About the rumor of Skinner using Rogaine. About their day together. Finally, she got around to Krycek. "What happened when you went into the bathroom, anyway?" She asked carefully. She heard him sigh. "Well... if I tell you, you can't get mad or nag me for being rash, irrespondsible, for being stupid." "Go ahead." "I ran into Krycek." Mulder said. Scully took a deep breath. --So it was true-- she thought. "My god... what happened?" She said, sounding shocked. "When I saw him, I got mad. I swung at him, he swung back..." Mulder trialed off. "Mulder! Why didn't you call the authorites?" "I don't know... like I said, I got mad." "Then what happened?" Scully asked, although she already knew. "You know that knife you bought me this morning?" Mulder said hesistantly. Scully sighed. Krycek had been telling the truth. "Oh, Mulder... you didn't." "I did. I stabbed him. I didn't really mean to. I just wanted to mess him up. The knife fell out of my pocket... I was within reaching distance, I went for it... next thing I know, there's blood everywhere. Then some guy came in and Krycek ran out. I told the guy I was a FBI agent, so he didn't do anything." Mulder said. There was silence over the line. "Scully, you okay?" "Yeah." She sighed. "Mulder, I'm tired now. I gotta go. Bye." Then she hung up on him. She went back into the livingroom and found Krycek sleeping peacefully. She found herself reaching her hand out and touching him gently on the face. His eyes suddenly snapped open. Her hand shot back. "Scully?" He said groggily. Her face was red and her heart pounded. "Yeah." She said quickly. He sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes. "I should go now. I feel rested." Krycek stood up. "Okay." She said nervously. "I'll see you tomorrow at 9." Krycek said as he heads out the door. "Okay." After watching him leave, she sat down on the couch and sighed in relief. + + + + + + June 24th, Sunday 9: 10 PM Scully's Apartment Alex Krycek sat watching some sort of a science fiction show on FOX as Scully rubbed alcohol on his wound. Her heart beated just a little faster with her hand being pressed against his stomach. He winces slightly but concentrated on the show. "You like this show?" Scully asked as she began to bandage his wound. "Yeah. That woman's hot." Krycek said. He looked to Scully then to the screen again. "You kinda look like her." "Are you saying that you think I'm hot?" Scully asked teasingly. "Of course. It's the truth. You're a beautiful, smart woman." Krycek said. Scully looked up in surprised and found her eyes locked on to his. The eye contact lasted in silence for a while. Scully was suddenly very aware of the hand on his stomach. They looked away at the same time. Krycek went back to his TV show as Scully went back to bandaging his wound. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room, but both ignored it by engrossing themselves in the TV show or bandages. When she was finished, she stood up and looked at him. "All done. You probably should come back tomorrow again to let me take a look at it in case it tears." "Okay... can I stay until the show's over?" He asked. She thought about it for a few moments then finally nodded. "Fine. But then you're out of here." "Come watch it with me." He patted the seat next to him. The seat, being so close to him, looked absolutely tempting. But she shook her head anyway. "That's more like Mulder's kind of show." "Come on, please?" He pleaded with puppy eyes. "Don't you want to believe?" "God, now you're sounding like Mulder." She sighed. His hand went to hers and pulled her down on the couch. "Come. Watch. I don't like watching TV alone." He said. "Fine, fine. What the hell did I do to deserve this?" She muttered, although in her heart she was jumping for joy. She enjoyed the rest of the evening next to him, watching that 'ridiculous' TV show that Mulder could never get her to watch. + + + + + + June 25th, Monday 8: 15 AM The Basement Office Mulder poked his head into the office, grinning ear to ear. "Okay, what'd you do?" Scully asked as she set the book she was reading down on the desk. From behind him, Mulder took out a fresh bouquet of red roses, wrapped in silver foil. "For you." Mulder handed the flowers to Scully. "I'm afraid to find out what you've done." Scully took the flowers from him. "I wanted to apologize." Mulder said. From his pocket he took out a knife. The handle was red, carved in detail, a complex design consisting of geometric shapes. The knife was covered with a black leather pouch, specifically designed for the blade. It was the knife that Scully had bought Mulder, the one he used to stab Krycek. Mulder removed the pouch and showed Scully the blade. The blade was paper thin, but very, very sharp. It was clean without a trace of blood, polished carefully so that you can see your reflection very clearly. "I cleaned it myself. I'm sorrying that I ruined your present." "It wasn't that I was mad at, Mulder." "Then what?" "Your rashness. Your irrespondsibility." "Oh, come on. It was Krycek. I stabbed the bastard, you ought to be happy!" "Why should I?!" "Because he's a liar, a murderer, and a coward!!!" Mulder was screaming at the top of his lungs by now. So was Scully. "What do you know?!" "I know that he killed my father AND your sister!!" "Prove it!!!" The partners glared at each other, with anger in the room. "Why are you defending him?" Mulder asked quietly. "I'm not. I just want the facts." "Here's your fact: Alex Krycek is a fucking murderer. And if you can't believe me, your own partner... there's nothing else I can say." Mulder picked up the knife and silently walked out, with a thundering slam of the door to accompany his exit. + + + + + + 10: 05 AM Upper East Side New York "I think Scully might be a little suspicious." Said the man. In a tiny, suffocating room, two men sits across from each other. "How did that happen?" The First Elder asked. "I don't know." The man said. "Does _he_ poses as a threat?" "Yes. Definitely." The man replied. "How do you know he's a threat? How do you know he even knows about the Pandora Project?" "He knows." The man said. "Is the threat to the point where termination is nescessary?" "If you want the project to succeed." "Then do it. Find him. Kill him." The First Elder orders. "Consider it done." + + + + + + 8: 42 PM An Unknown Alley George Smith- at least that's what he calls himself- waited patiently in the alley, with his hand on a 9 millimeter. He awaited for the man who he was supposed to kill. A man called him this afternoon, requesting him to be at the scene. He said he would be there too. He would ambush the other man, hold him down, then George would shoot the man. Multiple shots, of course, the man said, this has to look like a robbery. The price would be $30, 000. George heard light footsteps at the end of the alley. A man appeared- the same man on the phone. George recognized his voice when he spoke. "Are you ready?" "I am." "Good. Because here he comes." The man said, then slinkered quietly into the darkness to wait for the victim to come down the alley. The victim came. It was apparently his nightly jog. The man who had directed the assassinations leapt out of the shadows at the victim. The victim was startled. He jumped back and pulled out his gun. The man knocked the gun out of the hands of the victim. "You!!" The victim said bitterly at the man. "Yeah, me." The man said. Then he punched the victim. George cocked the 9 millimeter and coolly stepped out of the shadows. He aimed the gun at the victim. Then he fired and waited for the victim's horrifing scream to echo in the alley. But two, not one scream ran out. George dropped his gun in surprise as he realized that he'd shot the man who'd planned this too. The victim looked at George then to the man then back to George, wondering the connection between them. He decided to take off down the street. The man slowly got off the ground, grunting. "You shot me." The man said slowly. "Sorry, man." George shrugged. "Yeah. Me too." The man said. By the time George noticed the odd way he had said it, it was too late. ***END OF PART 1***