TITLE: "Morning Glory II: Believe The Lie" (1/1)
RATING: PG (Language)
CATEGORY: V, WIP, Krycek/Other (No slash)
SPOILERS: Up to "One Son," S6
TIMELINE: Set in the winter of '99, but in this story the events of the episode "Biogenesis" never occurred.
ARCHIVE: Yes, with my name and all headers attached
DISCLAIMER: Although the other characters are of my own creation, all characters from "The X-Files" belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen, Fox. No infringement intended.
SUMMARY: What do you believe when truth is stranger than fiction?
NOTES: This story is a continuation of my series', "Midnight Angel," and "Morning Glory." It is necessary to have read those stories first. They are available at: http://www.aliens.mcmail.com/isadiadem/
For Allison, my dearest friend, who makes me believe the impossible. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"There is no shame in not knowing; the shame lies in not
"I don't know where he comes from, or where he's been, but he was a liar from the very beginning."
Sabryn tightened her hands around the steering wheel, staring at the road before her as if in some sort of trance. She couldn't look at his face.
Somehow, hearing the story from a distance, it was easier to
pretend Mr. Skinner wasn't talking about Alex. Not *her* Alex.
"He came to me five years ago, green, fresh out of Quantico.
Your typical blue-flamer. Ready to kiss anyone's ass. Little did
we know that he was working for the wrong team the whole time."
She could feel his eyes on her, but didn't flinch a muscle. "He'd
been sent to spy on Agent Mulder, to find his weaknesses. And
when he did, he took full advantage of them. We have very strong
reason to believe that Alex Krycek was involved in the abduction
of Agent Scully."
Startled, she turned to stare at him. "Abduction?"
"I assumed you knew all about this. Mulder briefed me on
your own abduction experience before we left Maryland."
"I--I didn't know anything about Agent Scully." He
sighed heavily, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "She
was kidnapped by a man whose case Mulder and Krycek had been working
on. They were partners."
Partners. Jesus. She could only imagine the animosity Fox must
have felt when Alex turned against him. The expressions on their
faces, when they met once again in Alex's apartment, became that
much clearer. And she shuddered as another wave of guilt washed
"The most likely scenario is that Krycek told Duane Barry
where to find Scully, and told him to take her...that he'd be
saving his own life by sacrificing hers. She was abducted that
night on Skyland Mountain, and Alex Krycek disappeared from the
"The most likely scenario...you mean this is all hearsay?
You don't even know? How can you accuse someone of something if
you don't have the facts?"
His voice became deeper, huskier, tightly reined as he spoke.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with, Miss Jaegar. This
man isn't some misunderstood hero. He's a highly trained counterintelligence
agent and a skilled assassin. I suggest you remember that."
She swallowed heavily, feeling chastised. "He never lied
to me." "Silence is every bit as deceptive as a lie,
wouldn't you say?" When she didn't answer him, he went back
to his story. "He wasn't seen or heard from again for nearly
half a year...but when he came back, he made his presence known.
Tampering with the water supply in Mulder's apartment building,
he set him up to take the fall for his own father's murder. But
that was his doing, as well."
"You're saying he killed his former partner's father?"
She felt like she was listening to one outrageous lie after
another. This wasn't possible. Sure, he was a spy. But her friend
wasn't cold-blooded, was he? The man who looked at her the way
Alex did couldn't possibly be the one Mr. Skinner was describing.
She couldn't help the blatant disbelief in her voice.
"What possible reason would he have to do such a thing?"
"Like I told you, he's very good at following orders. Someone
wanted Bill Mulder out of the way. And with the chance to take
Agent Mulder down with him, it was too good to pass up."
Glancing in the rear-view mirror, Sabryn was suddenly glad
her brother wasn't aware of this conversation. She'd never hear
the end of it.
"Do you have proof of his involvement?"
"These men don't leave proof. Garnet agents are ghosts.
They vanish." "Garnet?"
"Global black operations specialists." The smile
he gave her held no trace of humor. "The man you're so quick
to defend is involved with a group even the CIA can't touch. But
even with the fancy title, the Garnet boys are little more than
glorified assassins and bodyguards. The real power lies in the
Majestic Project. They're the ones orchestrating the alien takeover.
Krycek is merely a thug."
"But he said--"
"He'll tell you anything to get you to believe the lie.
That's his job." Arguing with him was pointless. The story
only got worse. The only thing she could do was concentrate on
the road and drive.
"Mulder had Krycek once, and damned near shot him. If
not for Scully's intervention, Mulder might have been accused
of his murder as well."
Once more, his voice took on a solemn tone. "Krycek and
another man were also involved in the death of Melissa Scully.
They were waiting in Agent Scully's apartment. She'd been warned
that someone wanted her dead, but they ended up killing her sister
Sabryn was starting to feel sick.
"I met up with Krycek a few days later, when he and his
friends decided to beat the shit out of me and steal a digital
tape containing stolen MJ documents. I don't know what happened
after that," Skinner continued, "but I imagine they
tried to get to him. He disappeared again and only resurfaced
after he was found selling secret documents to the French."
"'Get to him'...you mean they tried to kill him."
She closed her eyes briefly. "I don't know if I want to
hear anymore." "We can't stop now. The story is just
"C'mon guys, open the door."
Alex fought the urge to shake off Mulder's hand as he stood
impatiently in the darkened hallway. He could hear a scuffle on
the other side of the door, and he stared up at the little camera
above him with a smug grin. He could only imagine what Mulder's
little toadies were thinking.
After a lot of clicking, what sounded like five or six locks
being opened, the door swung ajar. Peering out with beady eyes,
behind thick glasses, the blond-haired man stared at them down
his pointy nose. Alex had to fight the urge to ask him when Wayne's
World started filming.
"Let us in, Langly," Scully said, impatiently, pushing on the door. "What's *he* doing here?" The blond nodded his head towards Alex. "He's our prisoner, now open the door."
Standing back, the gangly man let them pass...never taking
his eyes off Alex. From his long hair to his butt-rocker T-shirt,
he looked to be stuck in the 80's. Then again, as the other two
came forward, they all were. His troll-sized companion, complete
with pony tail and finger-less gloves, gaped open-mouthed at Alex,
while the business suit-clad narc stood with his arms crossed
in the background.
"What the hell are you doing bringing him here? You trying
to blow our cover, Mulder?"
Although Alex knew them well, through hours of video surveillance
in several locations, he'd had no idea they were aware who he
was. Then again, he wasn't particularly surprised. They had a
knack for knowing things they weren't supposed to.
"This isn't about him." Scully stepped forward. "This
is about the favor I asked of you."
The three men shared an uncomfortable silence. Obviously, whatever
this favor was, Mulder hadn't been privy to it.
"It's all right. He knows," she said. "I told
him this afternoon, just after we finished talking to Diana Fowley."
"The Foul one?" Langly asked, a hushed voice. "Just
get on with it," Mulder demanded, irritably. "What have
The man in the suit, Byers, if Alex remembered correctly, stepped
over to the computer and swiftly began typing. Within a few moments,
a whole new spread sheet came up on the screen. "Aside from
what we've already shown you about the abductees and Diana's whereabouts,
there have been several other developments of late--"
Fuck! He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. They were
spying on Diana Fowley. Jesus, some people were so dense.
"You know, if you wanted to know about Diana's activities,
all you had to do was ask."
Five pairs of eyes turned to look at him before staring at
each other. Once again, the shortest man said, "What the
hell is he doing here?"
They weren't in the least bit comforted by the cuffs he was
still wearing. They watched him as if they thought he might be
keeping a running tab with some sort of photographic memory.
"Krycek has told us that not only is the invasion imminent
in less than two weeks, but that Diana is also the Smoking Man's
"The point is, we have no proof to back it up. That's
where you three come in."
"If you're hoping for some proof of Fowley and Smokey
doing the skinny shimmy, you can just forget it, Mulder."
The short man scratched the back of his neck, his stubby fingers
sticking out of those cut-off gloves like little sausages. "Even
if we had such a tape, it wouldn't be safe for human viewing."
"What do you have?" Scully asked.
Turning his attention to Mulder, Byers said, "After the
last threat of invasion, Scully kept us watching Diana. We didn't
mean to go behind your back, but--"
"Just get on with it," Mulder growled.
"In the hopes that something might come up in conversation,
we bugged Diana's hotel room and her former partner's home."
"Yeah. However, shortly thereafter, Spender resigned and
hasn't been heard from since...but that's not the end of the story.
His residence is still being paid for, and there's someone living
Scully frowned. "Couldn't there have been a change in renters?" "Not as far as we could tell. The lease is still under his name." "Then who is there?"
"Whomever it is doesn't want to be found. They never leave
the apartment. Their groceries are delivered and the payment is
always slipped under the door. They don't answer the phone, they
don't go on-line, and they haven't received one single visitor."
"So Spender quit his job and decided to become a hermit.
What's so unusual about that?"
"Unless Spender grew breasts, not a thing," Langly
interrupted. Mulder stepped forward, all but forgetting Alex behind
him. If the door hadn't been triple locked, and his hands in cuffs,
he could have easily made a break for it. Still, his curiosity
"I thought you said no one had seen who was staying there?"
Mulder asked. Byers used his mouse to open up a file on the computer.
"Early one morning we were working surveillance and managed
to get a picture. She only had the curtains open for a split second,
and the capture is blurry, but this is it."
Mulder and Scully squinted at the picture, looking like a couple
of cartoon characters. And even though he didn't really need to
know, Alex stepped a bit closer. Then closer still. Peering over
their shoulders, he had to blink several times to make sure his
eyes weren't deceiving him.
Jesus. It couldn't be.
"Do you know her?" Byers asked.
Mulder nodded. "That's Marita Covarrubias."
The steady drip, drip, dripping of the faucet was the only other sound in the tiny motel bathroom. Sitting in steaming water, her right leg covered in soapy foam and propped up on the ledge, Sabryn stared off into space. The pink razor in her hand made slow, even strokes up the length of her calf. But she wasn't watching what she was doing. She barely noticed the narrow line of blood sliding across her skin, only to fall like newly shed tears to the milky water below, disintegrating in little pink puffs in the water.
*They'll turn you against me...*
But he knew better than she did, didn't he? He'd never lied
to her. But he didn't tell her the truth, either. For several
more long hours, she'd sat in that truck with Mr. Skinner, her
senses bombarded, listening to him tell the horrifying story of
Alex Krycek. From the murders to his own inhabitation by an alien
life form. From his escape from a missile silo to an apparent
alliance with the Russians. He made deals, stole, cheated, lied,
killed, and tortured. Most hideous of all was the deliberate cruelty
he'd shown in nearly killing Walter Skinner just to get the man
under his control.
He'd done it slowly, methodically, painfully, and all with his victim's knowledge and utter helplessness. He was walking evil. And she'd fallen for his charm.
Shuddering slightly, she glanced down at the cut on her leg.
She hadn't even felt the pain until it was far too late. Washing
away the drying blood, she finished shaving her leg and lay back
in the warm water. She was freezing...didn't know if she'd ever
be warm again.
A sudden knock on the door made her start. "Sabryn?"
her sister-in-law called out. "We bought a pizza. I thought
you might like some."
She could barely summon the energy to reply. "I'll be
out in a little while."
They were stopped in Des Moines for the night. They'd gotten
three rooms in a cheap motel; one for her and the kids, one for
her brother and Carly, and one for Mr. Skinner. She was grateful
the children would be staying with her. She didn't want to be
With a shaking hand, she traced her fingers over the bruises
dotting her flesh. She'd been attacked by a stranger, just for
knowing Alex Krycek. It would seem she'd already paid a stiff
enough price. But that wasn't where it ended. She'd grown to care
for him, and in doing so she'd made a grave mistake. She was just
lucky he hadn't tried to kill her like the others.
Swearing, she sat up straight and wrapped her arms around her
tucked legs, resting her chin on her knee. She'd sworn to him
she wouldn't stop believing in him, and now she was doing exactly
that. The shame she felt was as comparable to that she often saw
in her father's eyes.
No, God damn it. That wasn't the man she knew. He wasn't the
one who had held her when she cried, who had told her some of
his darkest secrets...who had taken her into his sanctuary even
when it meant risking his own freedom. Alex hadn't walked away
from the shadows of her past, and neither would she walk away
from his. Doubt was one thing...full blown denial was another.
Surely there was *some* good reason for what he'd done. And she
couldn't pretend she hadn't seen the goodness in him.
Rising out of the water, letting the droplets run over her
like little fingers, she unplugged the drain and reached for a
towel. When she was dried and had gotten dressed, she wrapped
the towel around her head and opened the door to the pungent scent
"We were beginning to wonder if you were ever coming out
of there." Carly and the kids were sitting on one of the
beds, an open pizza box at their feet. Jolie was flipping through
the cable channels with the remote control, while Chris played
with a long string of cheese. Sabryn had to smile. Those kids
were two of her favorite people. They didn't judge her, and they
hadn't ever let her down.
"Where are John and Mr. Skinner?"
"They both headed to their beds early. I guess driving
took a lot out of them."
"I can sympathize."
Sabryn sat down on the bed next to Carly, her back against
the head board. Taking a piece of pizza, she was content to eat
in silence, but her sister-in-law had other plans.
"How are you doing, Bryn?"
"No, really. John told me about that man you were seeing.
I'm really sorry."
"I know." Seeing that the kids were engrossed in
the Jim Carrey movie on the television, Sabryn turned her attention
to the other woman. "Do you think it's possible to be two
different people at once?"
"What? You mean like split-personalities?" "No.
I mean...well, with different people, I tend to put on a different
persona. With Mom and Daddy, I'm always defensive; with you and
Johnny, I'm honest; with the kids, I'm playful. But it rarely
ever mixes. You know what I mean?"
"I guess so. But it's all you. Whether you're Amanda,
Mandy, Bryn, or Sabryn, you're always the same. You can't change
who you are. No matter how hard you try."
Sabryn shifted uncomfortably and nodded. "I was afraid
you'd say that."
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