Hardened Criminal III: Restoration
By Orithain and Nicole S.
E-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org and email@example.com
Disclaimer: Surfer Boy owns these guys, although he doesn't deserve
This is set in a prison and contains rape, violence, sex and hard
have been duly warned.
Thanks to Aries for continuous encouragementand chanting.
Summary: Alex recovers from being beaten, and Mulder faces facts.
Alex Krycek blinked his eyes open for the first time in days.
He tried to
focus on where he was, but his eyes didn't seem to be working
moment. He closed his eyes again and sighed. He felt awful. His
his head hurt, his side hurt; something was up his nose blowing
air into his lungs. He lay there for a few minutes before he decided
where he was again. Squinting into the brightness, his surroundings
into focus. IV, stand, hospital bed, that antiseptic smell, the
soft hiss of
Alex tried to sit up but couldn't. He tried to move his arms out
onto the bars of the bed for leverage but found one immobilized
sticking out of it. The other one flopped uselessly out to the
strength gone from his muscles. He raised his head a few inches
but put it
back down on the pillow fast; it hurt too much to move.
He moved his head to the side and saw someone in a hospital uniform
in his direction. He tried to speak, to get their attention, but
could not. The person came over to him and Alex tried to sit up
"Hey, man, relax. Doc Pendrell'll be here in a sec."
Alex opened his mouth, but was at a loss for words again, his
incredibly sore. A croaking noise came out instead.
"You had a tube down your throat past coupla days. It's gonna
hurt like a
bitch for about a week."
Alex rolled his eyes and tried to shake his head, but that also
closed them then opened them again, this time they focused so
finally see who was speaking to him. It was some small time pusher
block, Portuguese guy, Paiva was his name. Alex had seen him in
hall. The Italians muttered about him and his Portuguese friends
trying to squeeze them out of the drug trade in C Block. Then
Italians muttered and gossiped about everybody.
"You know, gettin' the shit kicked outta you caused us all
a world of grief,
Alex again tried to speak but gave up. The young man sat down
on his bed and
leaned in close. "See, you the only guy who'll take out the
Clarke and Silva did it, but they got paroled, then you got beat
one's left. Wiseguys don't wanna do it. No one wanna do it. The
their little Russian boy to do all the dirty work, but now the
piles up. So Tagarelli gets totally pissed, the dining hall stinks,
kitchen stinks. Finally, he makes two guys do it, threatens them,
don't wanna. So this huge fight starts and they start throwin'
around. Man it fuckin' stinks and it's fuckin' vile shit, man.
So they close
the kitchen and lock us all down an' bring in some box lunches
somewhere. Well, no one likes that an' everyone starts throwin'
around. Another big fuckin' mess. So Tagarelli lets the word out
anyone's gonna fuck with his kitchen people, he's gotta fuck with
prison brought in this fuckin' hazardous waste crew in to clean
fuckin' place. Space suits on an' everything. Took 'em a whole
day to clean
it up. It finally opened back up again, today."
Alex stared at the young man in disbelief. Tagarelli always yelled
called him a Soviet Commie Bastard. He thought he probably wold
by one of his Wiseguys to get him out of the way one of these
his protection was something Alex had never counted on.
"So, none of them guys are happy 'bout it, but it looks like
the Irish are
gonna leave your ass alone for awhile." The young man smirked,
protected, Krycek, but you better get well soon 'cause the guys
got doin' the garbage are messy, an' he's right pissed off."
Alex smiled in disbelief; his life just got stranger and stranger.
Suddenly, there was a voice beside them, "Paiva, how come
you didn't tell me
our newest patient was awake?"
Paiva hopped off the bed and gestured to Krycek, "He just
woke up, Doc."
"Did he say anything to you?"
"Naw, his throat's all sore from the tube."
Dr. Pendrell moved over Alex and took his pulse. He looked down
at the man
lying on the bed, a forced smile on his lips, "Are you having
Alex nodded his head slightly.
"I've prescribed some pain killers for you." The doctor
looked down at the
chart in his hand and scribbled on it, then back at Alex. "You
should be out
of here in about a week." Pendrell checked his chart again,
then looked back
at his patient. "In the meantime, it's bed rest." He
gave another forced
smile and walked away.
Alex lay back on his pillow, his head spinning from the things
him. What was he going to have to do for Tagarelli for his protection?
knew the Italians were entirely homophobic, so he wouldn't have
to bend over
for anyoneAlex blushed as he finished his thought, //anyone but
He hoped the Italians didn't ask him to kill anyone; that just
Paiva was back at his bedside, checking his IV and injecting a
drug into the
small tube that led off to the side.
"Here's your pain relief, man." He leaned down and whispered
in Alex's ear,
"You need anymore painkillin' when you outta here, I can
fix you up nice."
Alex nodded at the young man, who walked away to tend to his other
Krycek lay there for the entire day, scoping out the ward when
sleeping from the drugs they gave him, seeing who else were patients.
were people who were beaten, stabbed, and just plain old sick.
In the corner
of the ward, there was a plexi-glass room with a CO in it, watching
every move. There was also a CO who walked the floor, ensuring
there was no
trouble. They'd switch every hour, giving them chances to sit
was a plexi-glass door off to the side that led to the ward, but
also a door leading out to the hallway in the back.
He could now move his hands and his head a little bit, sipping
occasional taste of water to soothe his still aching throat. He
and on throughout the day, the drugs sending him into a hazy escape
place. About 5 in the afternoon, he woke up when they brought
him some food.
He ate a little but wasn't very hungry. He pushed his tray aside
back to the pillow, his head turned toward the front of the ward,
guard was. Suddenly, the door behind the guard swung open, and
entered from the hallway. Alex's heart skipped a beat. It was
He could see Mulder joking with the other hack, laughing, until
he threw a
stack of papers on the desk before him. He saw Mulder linger for
surveying the room until their eyes met across the room. It was
if time had
stopped; the only thing that mattered was this hazel gaze meeting
Alex's insides fluttered; his tongue darted out to moisten his
lip. Mulder looked away suddenly, as the other hack asked him
Mulder answered then left the enclosure.
Alex could feel his body tingle with excitement at what just happened.
wished Mulder could come here and feed him ice cubes to soothe
He wished Mulder could come and kiss him and hold his hand and
make it all
better. Alex sighed and turned his face to the side as far it
regretting that he couldn't roll over and bury his face in it
Mulder left the plexi-glass guard enclosure, ensuring to pull
the door shut,
lock snicking behind him. He had come here on some useless errand
had sweet talked some secretary out of doing. //I'll take it down
Shelly. Naw, I don't mind, I know how you don't like going to
ward.// Mulder nearly punched himself in the head for flirting
with her. He hoped he wouldn't have to do it too often to find
an excuse to
come down here and look at Alex.
"Alex." He shook his head, as he said the name to himself
under his breath.
What the hell was he doing? Krycek was a damn prisoner, he was
Officer. This was never going to work, it was too dangerous, too
What if they got caught? Mulder's shoulders slumped, and he shook
//I should just apply for a transfer and get as far away from
possible. Get away from him.// He sighed. //But I don't *want*
to get away
Mulder had gone back to the hospital every day for the three days
was there. Every time he went into the hospital, he told himself
shouldn't be there, he should just go home. But he needed to see
to know he would be okay.
Mulder chose to visit late at night, his uniform allowing him
through the corridors of the hospital without prying questions.
chose that time so he would not encounter the nurse that had grilled
He silently walked up the long hallway of Alex's ward, the only
hiss of oxygen and light snoring. The nurse at the station looked
the bank of monitors and reports and scrutinized him for a moment
smiled. Mulder smiled back and walked up to the young guard outside
door. He had a heavy textbook in his hands titled *Fundamentals
Engineering*. The young man looked up at Mulder and closed his
"Can I help you?"
"Time for a break."
"It's time for you to take a break."
The young man nervously looked down the empty hallway then up
before standing. "I'm not supposed to leave my post."
Mulder smiled warmly at the young man, "Are you working all
night then going
to school during the day?"
The young man nodded, "Yeah, finals are next week."
"You must be pretty tired."
He shrugged, "You get used to it." Mulder noticed he
had dark circles under
his eyes from lack of sleep.
"So why don't you go get yourself an hour's sleep?"
He shook his head, "No. I was told not to leave. I don't
want to get into
Mulder put his hand on the young man's shoulder, "You won't
trouble, it's 3 in the morning, who's going to know? Look, I was
a young CO
like you once; I know what it's like to work hard. I just finished
and thought you could use a break."
The young man looked into Mulder's eyes, weighing the options.
really use some food about now. I haven't eaten since lunchtime."
"There's a diner across the street that's open all night.
They've got great
Mulder could practically see the young's man mouth water at the
food. The guard licked his lips then nodded, "Okay. But I'm
only going to be
gone half an hour."
"Sounds good to me, take your time."
Mulder watched the young man gather his textbook and knapsack
quickly down the corridor to the elevators. He waited an agonizing
make sure he left before he went into the room. There was a weak
illuminating the room, and he could see Alex lying there, his
lips slightly parted.
A lump rose in his throat as he moved closer to the prone form
sheet. He reached down and clasped Alex's right hand in his, the
tubes and needles running in and out of it. He leaned down and
on the forehead, shocked to find the skin under his lips warm.
wouldn't he be warm? He's not dead!//
He snorted to himself then kissed Alex again, this time moving
down to his
cheek, nuzzling it against his own. He moved down and kissed Alex's
before he moved his arms around him in an embrace.
"Hey, babe, I was worried about you," Mulder whispered.
He sighed and ran
his hand up to squeeze Alex's shoulder.
"I don't know how it happened, Alex," he said to the
unconscious man. "But
I'm in love with you." Mulder sighed. "I thoughtI thought
it was just the
sex, but" Mulder pulled his head back and looked down at
Alex, stroking his
lips with his thumb.
"In the beginning, Alex, I wanted revenge. I hated you so
much; I wanted to
hurt you so bad. But you know, sometimes things change, and now
I" A tear
slid down his cheek to land on Alex's arm. "I'm so sorry,
leaned down and kissed his lips. "Please forgive me,"
he barely whispered.
Mulder reluctantly pulled away, lingering for a minute to caress
before leaving the room, giving himself time to compose himself
young guard came back.
Mulder was now at the gate that separated him from the long hallway
to the medical ward and the rest of the prison. He straightened
up as soon
as he stepped through, his shoulders squared, senses awakening
as he walked
down the tier to the kitchen. There was something that happened
stepped into this place, a change that occurred in him. He wasn't
Mulder, the sensitive brother who gave up everything to put his
through medical school and cried every night for a year after
died. He wasn't the guy who helped the old lady across the street
groceries. He wasn't the young man who had been in love with Michael
shared his passion for life. When Fox Mulder stepped through the
this prison, he was a hard-ass, a force to be reckoned with. //I
cruel rapist to that list.//
He wandered into the kitchen, where Tagarelli stopped him. "Where
is that Krycek? He ready to come back, or not?"
"He just got out of surgery the other day, Tagarelli. Give
him another week
"Week or two? Goddamn roaches are gonna take over the place
by then. Fuckin'
Irish, always fuckin' stuff up. Shoulda never let them in this
country." Tagarelli muttered more curses under his breath
as he went back to
supervise the kitchen.
Mulder went to stand in his familiar spot against the wall, arms
against his chest. He had about 15 minutes before everyone started
in for the evening meal, time to think about things.
When Mulder left the hospital the first night Krycek went in there,
gone out to his car and actually cried for the first time in a
His emotions had gotten the better of him that day, and he couldn't
He barely remembered driving home, but somehow he ended up on
his couch with
a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He remembered wanting to call Mike,
confess what had been happening between him and Alex, wanting
Mike to come
over and comfort him, make him feel better. He had the phone in
his hand and
was ready to dial a hundred times, but didn't. He remembered spitting
word *coward* into the reflection of his livingroom window before
the phone across the room.
He didn't know how to feel about Krycek. The last time they were
they made love; it wasn't just sex, or fucking anymore. They wanted
other, needed each other. Mulder sighed and quickly pushed the
his mind as the first inmates came through the door for dinner.
He had to be
sharp, and pining for Krycek right now wasn't going to help.
After his shift, Mulder checked in on Krycek again, feigning an
Pendrell's children and their activities. As Pendrell started
baseball games, ballet and soccer, he looked over at Krycek who
in a bed about 20 feet from him. Krycek's lips were parted slightly,
chest moving up and down with his breaths. His eyelashes were
thick, resting against his high, prominent cheekbones. His nose
some bruising, and there was a barely noticeable bump on the bridge.
hands were folded over each other, resting on his belly, long
begging to be held
"Are you listening to me?"
"Yeah, soccer, right?"
"That was five minutes ago." Pendrell took Mulder aside
where no one could
hear them. "He's not worth it, Fox."
Mulder's eyes grew wide, "What?"
"Getting revenge for Michael. It's not worth it. You kill
him, and you'll
end up in here with the rest of them. And you know what they'll
do to you in
"That's why you're always making excuses to come in here,
isn't it? You want
to avenge Jamie's death? Look, Fox, we all like Michael, and we
rotten for what happened, but that's no reason to mess up your
life over him. I know Michael's your best friend and he used to
but forget about it, okay? Just ignore him, let him serve his
he'll be out of your hair in no time."
Mulder looked at Pendrell as if he was crazy before he started
"What's so funny?"
"I'mI'm not going to kill him, Brian."
"Then why are you always in here staring at him?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Pendrell shook his head, confused. "While he's in this ward,
he's under my
care; I'm responsible for him. I don't care if you screw up your
well, I do, but I can't live your life for you - but don't drag
me down with
"Hey," Mulder grabbed his arm. "I promise, I'm
not going to do anything. I
just want to see ifif he's okay."
"You want to see if he's okay?"
"It's a very long and complicated story, Bri." Mulder
lowered his head.
Shit, getting busted by one of your friends was the worst.
Pendrell looked at Alex, then looked at Mulder; he knew something
was up but
really didn't want to know what it was. "Look. You can come
in here and
check him out, but if anything happens to him, I'm responsible"
Look," Mulder cut him off. "I'm not going to do anything
to him, honest.
Hell, Brian, I'm the one who found him. If I wanted him dead,
I just had to
leave him there. He'd probably have died before anyone found him.
going to hurt him."
"I have your word?"
"My solemn oath."
Alex spent the next couple of days drifting in and out of consciousness.
drugs they had given him knocked him out almost immediately. Alex
vain to stay awake, to fight the drowsiness, but he couldn't.
"Just lie back and enjoy the high, man," Paiva said
to him as he fought
again to keep his eyes open. He was determined to stay awake in
came to see him again. He would dream about Mulder, dream that
he came up to
his bed and stroked his hand with his fingers then ruffled his
hair. It had
to be a dream; there was no way Mulder would be allowed to do
out in the open. He thought he saw him once, through his drug-induced
by the doorway, talking to the doctor, laughing about something.
heart felt like it had snapped in two; he wanted to reach out
Mulder come to his side, to hold him, to bring his lips down and
He longed to feel Mulder's strong arms around him, holding him
in a warm
embrace. Alex had felt that warmth only once, and he longed to
again. Gradually, they reduced the dosage of his medication, but
felt incredibly tired. At least the haze was wearing off, and
string a thought together. He was dozing one afternoon when he
heard Mulder's voice. He forced himself to wake, his long lashes
open to reveal emerald green eyes that slowly focused. His heart
beat. It was Mulder. He was talking to the doctor again and gesturing
Alex watched the two men walk over to his bed, wondering what
was up. Mulder
had a really weird look on his face, and the doc seemed nervous.
understand it. He could barely move, and the other guys who'd
had all been released over the last few days, leaving Alex as
patient right now. Besides, with Mulder there, that left him with
to protect him if Alex suddenly had a superhuman recovery and
tried to kill
The CO on the floor went to get dinner for him and the other guy
confirming that Mulder would stay until he got back. Someone was
relieve him to do just that in about an hour, but since Mulder
was there and
he was hungry, he decided to go then. Mulder was delighted. He
other guy wouldn't be watching very closely with Alex being alone
He and Brian stopped beside Alex's bed, staring down at him.
Alex stared back, still wondering what was going on. It was killing
have Mulder so close and not to be able to touch him.
Mulder moved, raising a hand, and Pendrell flinched. "Fox,"
looking nervously at his friend.
Hearing the doctor call Mulder by his first name, Alex frowned
What was this guy to Mulder?
Mulder sighed, both at Brian's continued uneasiness and Alex's
reaction. This was getting complicated.
"Brian, I *told* you I just want to see how he's doing. I'm
still the same
guy you've known since you were 12, the guy who plays with your
remember?" He thought that should reassure both of them.
Alex relaxed. Brian still looked uneasy, but Fox didn't care.
over his shoulder casually and could see that the CO wasn't paying
attention. He took the chance and reached out to Alex, cupping
along the stubbled curve of his jaw. Alex smiled and leaned into
while Brian stood staring at them with his jaw hanging down.
"Are you really okay?"
"Yeah," Alex said. "I've been better, but the doc
says I'm fine. I'll
recover completely, no lasting damage."
"Good. You scared the hell out of me, you know. When I found
thought...I thought you were dead at first."
"God. I'm sorry."
Mulder shrugged. "I doubt you did it on purpose." His
fingers moved over
Alex's face, one stroking over his lips until they parted and
Alex took it
inside, sucking on it as Mulder had taught him to suck his cock.
gasped, feeling himself harden. It was going to be a long couple
till Alex was well again. With another quick glance toward the
other CO, he
took a huge risk and leaned down to drop a quick kiss on Alex's
mouths clung together for an instant, but Mulder forced himself
straighten up before they could get caught.
"Fox?" The shock was clear in Brian's voice.
Mulder grinned wryly at him. "I *told* you I didn't want
to hurt him. I just
didn't mention what I *did* want to do."
Pendrell glared at him. "But...Michael?"
Alex winced and shut his eyes. It seemed he was destined to meet
friend Michael and Jamie had ever had. Mulder held his hand comfortingly,
out of sight of the other guard and anyone who might come in.
"I'll admit I started out wanting out to make him pay for
what he did,
but... Somewhere along the way, something changed. I dunno."
Alex opened his eyes again to stare at Mulder searchingly. They'd
the chance to talk after their one meeting when he came back.
accepted that he liked sex with Mulder, that he cared about him,
but he had
no idea how Mulder felt. Until this instant he hadn't been sure
wasn't still trying to punish him.
Mulder met his gaze calmly. "Later," he mouthed silently,
and Alex nodded
slightly. He was no more thrilled than Mulder to be having this
in front of Pendrell.
"Look, Fox," Brian started.
"I don't want to talk about it, Brian," Mulder stated
Brian didn't look happy, but he didn't say anything else.
Mulder just silently held Alex's hand until the other guard got
he left without a backward glance.
Two days later Krycek was released from the infirmary and sent
back to his
cell, under strict instructions to avoid any heavy exertion for
week. This meant that he was essentially confined to his cell
books for company. He didn't have a new cellmate yet since Spender's
but he knew it was only a matter of time.
Alex made his way back to his cell after nearly three weeks in
and medical ward. He held his head high and squared his shoulders
walked down the tier, not wanting to show any sort of weakness.
stared at him, curious about this relative newcomer who had secured
protection from two distinct sources in such a short time.
He got back to his cell, surprisingly grateful to be *home*. When
back, however, he found a small man crawling on the floor. Alex
stood in the
doorway and looked up the tier, then back at the man. This was
his cell; his
stuff was still here.
"Who the hell are you?" Alex asked, crossing his arms
in front of him.
The man crawling on the floor looked up, surprised, both fear
showing in his eyes. He stood and leaned his back against the
his arms across his chest, mimicking Alex.
Alex looked at this short, balding man with glasses and wide mouth.
reminded him of a dwarf.
"Who the hell are *you*?" he retorted.
"This is my cell."
Alex snorted at him, then moved over to make his bunk, the sheets,
and pillow waiting for him in a pile on the bare mattress.
"I got here yesterday," the short man offered. "How
long have you been
"Almost a year."
The man grunted and watched Alex make up his bunk, "So you're
"Yep." Alex finished making his bunk and sat down on
the chair connected to
the desk, not wanting to lie in bed anymore. The doctor had said
to take it
easy and rest for another week, but he was sick of resting.
The man looked Alex up and down; not checking him out, but sizing
"Congratulations," Alex offered. This guy was certainly
weird; his glasses
were as thick as the bottom of pop bottles, and he wore fingerless
gloves. He leaned back and stretched out his long legs before
that he'd better find out what this little man had done to get
a place like this. "What are you in for?"
The man eyed him suspiciously, twitching with nervousness as he
answer, "What are *you* in here for?"
"Manslaughter," Alex said, matter-of-factly. The word,
while the truth,
still shocked him slightly.
Frohike's eyes opened wide, "They put me in with a killer?"
"It wasan accident." Alex looked at the floor then back
at his new
cell-mate. "This is prison, you know. What did you expect?"
"I don't know; I've never been in jail before."
"That makes two of us. So are you going to tell me your story,
Frohike twitched again, looked around, then leaned in close, as
were listening. "Internet fraud," he whispered, before
Alex laughed, "They sent you here for that?"
Frohike's eyes narrowed, "It was a serious crime, you know."
of his crime. He straightened up and continued. "I hacked
into the DoD and
FBI mainframes. I was trying to find proof that the government
about the existence of extra terrestrials since the 50s. I was
this close, I
was downloading data onto my hard drive when BAM, the door breaks
down and a
SWAT team comes in."
Alex shook his head as he laughed again, deciding it would be
a wise idea
not to mention that he had almost been an FBI agent.
"They have one, you know? In a hangar in the Nevada desert."
his eyebrows up and down at him."
"Have what?" Alex asked.
"A UFO. Near Roswell, New Mexico. That's where it landed
in the '50s."
"Uh-huh?" Alex rolled his eyes.
"It's true. The government has been holding them for years,
running tests on
them, experimenting with them, trying to make a hybrid with a
Frohike gave an exasperated sigh, "The *aliens*."
"I see," Alex said again, laughter in his voice.
Frohike threw up his hands, "I can't believe you've never
heard of this!
This is a very major thing, you know. The information I saw while
downloading indicated that the government is working with the
aliens to take
over the world."
Alex was amused by this little man; he had never met anyone so
before. "I've heard of it, but it's just a modern day fairy
to keep the people at the Weekly World News busy."
"No, no, no, my friend, it really happened, I have proof."
Alex yawned, "Proof?"
"I can't tell you about it, specifically, but one day I'm
going to prove to
the world that I'm right."
"Fascinating." Alex yawned again. He was suddenly very
tired. He stood and
took his shirt off then started on his shoes and pants.
Frohike backed away and raised his hands, "Whoa, buddy, I
don't suck no
"What?" Alex said, confused for a second before snorting.
yourself, I'm just taking a nap."
"And you have to do this naked?"
"Look, it's hot in here, I hate sleeping in my clothes, and
besides, I still
have my underwear on." Alex slowly climbed up onto the top
bunk, wincing as
"That's a nasty looking scar," Frohike observed.
"Yeah, well, don't piss anyone off in this place, and you
won't get one."
Alex settled on his bunk and put his hands under his head, listening
strange little man scurrying around on the floor again as he drifted
A few hours later, Alex was aware of a hand shaking him. He awoke
start, ready to defend himself.
"Hey, buddy, take it easy. I just wanted to tell you that
it's time for
Alex flopped back onto his pillow and brought his hands up to
rub the sleep
from his eyes. He was rather hungry. He slipped off of his bunk,
looking at him warily. Alex started to get dressed.
"What were you doing on the floor?" Alex asked.
Frohike looked at him, suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
"You were crawling on the floor this afternoon."
Alex sighed, "Look, if we're going to be stuck in this cell
going to have to communicate. This isn't Jeopardy; you don't have
in the form of a question."
Frohike crossed his arms across his chest again. "How do
I know I can trust
Alex rolled his eyes as he zipped his pants. He was going to have
introduce this Frohike character to Ralph Morrison in the kitchen.
once told Alex that if he thought aliens were ever reading his
should put tinfoil on his head to block the transmissions. He
looked down at
the dwarf-like man, "Who *else* are you going to trust in
Alex pulled his shirt slowly over his head, careful not to stretch
as he still hurt. He toed on his shoes and started down the tier
cafeteria, his new friend following behind, almost running to
keep up with
Alex's long strides.
"Data port," Frohike suddenly said.
"Yeah, you know, like a phone line, for a modem."
"I don't think we have any of those."
"I know, I'm going to put one in."
Alex laughed, "You can't just call up AT&T and ask them
to install a phone
line in Cell number 628, block A."
"I know that; I'm going to do it myself."
Alex stopped and looked down at this crazy little man who wore
of true sincerity. "How the hell are you going to do that?"
"Run a cable from the payphones."
Alex laughed again, calming down quickly to avoid any looks. He
started walking again, "You're nuts."
"No, I'm not. I'm going to do it. A modem cable, a palmtop,
and I'm hacking
my way to freedom."
"Yeah, well, send me a postcard from Mars."
They had just reached the dining hall, and it felt weird to Alex
to come in
this way with everyone else. He was usually working, watching
the other side.
Alex got his food and sat down, Frohike now silent about his plans
their cell with other people around them that could hear. He had
to dig into his spaghetti when he had the sensation of being watched.
looked up into an intense hazel and gold gaze meeting his own.
skipped a beat as he and Mulder stared at each other. His groin
began to stir as well. It took every ounce of willpower he had
not to jump
up and run to his lover.
He stared at Mulder, noticing that he was trying to hold back
Mulder licked his lips, looked away, took a breath then looked
remained expressionless. Mulder, now calm after his deep breath,
Alex's stoic stare. Alex looked down then up at Mulder through
eyelashes, trying to look sexy. Suddenly, there was a hand on
Alex jumped as it clamped down hard.
"Krycek, you commie bastard, you coming back to work, or
He looked up into the face of Vince Tagarelli, who wore a frown
on his face.
A frown was a good thing; if he was smiling, you were in real
leaned back in his chair and smiled at the Italian mob boss.
"Doc says I gotta wait a week."
"Fuck, Krycek. You know what kinda shit you put me through
"Yeah, I heard."
"So I gotta live with these fuck-ups for another week?"
"Looks that way."
"Goddamn it." Tagarelli put his hands on his hips then
left in a huff.
Krycek looked over at Frohike, who had a stunned look on his face.
Alex asked, putting a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth. He flashed
up to Mulder, who was still staring at him. Alex could feel his
cock swell a
bit more, pressing into the fabric of his underwear. He turned
back to the strange little man sitting across from him. He had
to calm down.
Dinnertime was almost over, and he couldn't walk through the dining
with a hard-on in his pants.
'That was Vince Tagarelli!"
"He's number two in the Provenzano cartel. He 's a very powerful
Frohike nervously looked around to see if anyone was listening
in close, "Is he a friend of yours?"
"I work for him, here in the kitchen."
Frohike sat back in his seat to finish his dinner, "Shit,
remind me never to
piss you off."
Alex smirked at the remark and flashed his gaze back up to Mulder
Mulder bit his lower lip and licked it then closed his eyes slightly.
nearly groaned out loud as that simple act shot a bolt of lightning
his cock. He frowned at Mulder, who raised his eyebrows and let
smirk form on his lips.
//Bastard. He knows exactly what he's doing to me.//
Alex tried to finish his dinner but wasn't very hungry anymore.
suddenly tired again as well. He stood, taking his tray and giving
one more seductive look before he ditched his tray and left the
walked back to his cell, stripped and got into bed, not noticing
following him like a little puppy dog.
He lay there, on his back, wishing he could roll over. He had
this tired before. Then again, he had never recovered from major
before. He closed his eyes and dreamed of Fox and him in a large,
making love. The fingers running down to pinch and pull on his
real. The tongue in his mouth also felt real. He swore he could
probing every inch of his moist interior, over his teeth, then
Lips kissed his neck and down as hands moved down his body, caressing
now scarred flesh with gentle touches. The hands went lower, to
balls and stroke his cock lightly. He could feel the fingers grip
him as he
thrust his hips up, trying to create more friction. The touch
getting lighter. He heard himself whimper and moan, then he woke
It must have been the middle of the night because the lights were
Frohike was snoring below him. He was covered in sweat, and his
throbbing, aching to be touched. He moved his hand down and brought
off with a few practiced strokes. He then lay there, letting his
calm down, listening to his new cell-mate snore.
Alex made a move to jump down off of his bunk to wash himself
brought his hand up to his mouth, where he licked himself clean,
settling back down to sleep.
All week, Alex rested in his cell, mostly sleeping, except for
forays to the
medical center for his doses of Tylenol and his trips to the dining
food and Mulder.
Every meal, Mulder was there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed
front of him, staring at Alex. Every meal, Alex was driven into
a frenzy by
Mulder's stares and actions. The simple act of Mulder dragging
across his lower lip made Alex's cock harden. He'd stare at the
that clung to the pink skin and dig his nails into the palm of
his hand to
keep from moaning out loud.
The last time Mulder had kissed him with those soft lips was in
hospital, the terrified doctor looking around nervously. Alex
had wanted to
pull Mulder down to him and have him crawl in bed with him and
hold him that
day. Unfortunately, with Alex condemned to bed-rest for the rest
week, it was going to be agonizing days before he felt those strong
At night, he had to relieve himself quietly in his bunk, careful
not to let
his new cell-mate hear him. He just hoped Mulder was going through
agony he was; he didn't want to be going through this frustration
It was Alex's first day back on the job since he was injured,
and he'd been
surprised when the Italians actually greeted him when he came
in. It was
amazing the power garbage had to make a man popular. He guessed
never try to get off the garbage detail, or there might be a riot.
He did his job all day long, grateful to finally have something
to do again.
Another day or two stuck in that cell and he'd have gone nuts.
started beating faster when dinner was over and it was time to
clean up. If anyone had ever told him that he'd look forward to
garbage out, he'd have suggested a good psychiatrist. But he couldn't
to be alone with Mulder. Since it was raining heavily, he assumed
Mulder would wait until he had to do the recycling. That would
a little longer, but since the others left while that was being
would have as long as they wanted. It was worth the wait.
Alex sighed and glanced at the clock, willing it to move faster.
finally, everything was done, and the other prisoners went back
cells while Mulder remained to watch Krycek until he finished
He followed the younger man into the recycling room, leaning back
the wall and watching him as he disposed of everything. As soon
as he was
done, Mulder pushed away from the wall, moving toward him.
Alex stood his ground, watching Mulder come closer, meeting his
fearlessly for a change. He could feel himself growing aroused
as Mulder got
closer, knowing what was to come.
Mulder stopped in front of him, stroking a finger over his cheek.
turned into the touch, practically purring, like a cat being petted.
took the final step that brought him against Alex and wrapped
around him as he kissed him.
Alex sighed into Mulder's mouth as he felt their tongues move
clung to Mulder desperately, tasting the other man, exploring
crevice while Mulder caressed his body, gradually undressing him.
suddenly realized that his shirt was gone and his slacks down
ankles, only needing him to kick off his shoes and step out of
them to leave
him completely naked. He stared into Mulder's eyes as he did,
proudly nude before the fully clothed man. Whatever happened next
was up to
Mulder stepped back to get a good look at... his lover. He might
admit it. He and Alex Krycek were lovers. He maintained eye contact
removed his clothes, watching Alex watch him, letting him look
his fill for
They moved together again, their erections pressing together as
again. Alex couldn't believe how good it felt to be able to touch
stroke him, and to feel himself being touched with affection.
"God, Mulder, what are we doing?" Alex moaned.
Mulder sighed, holding him tightly. "I don't know. I know
this is insane,
but I don't want to stop." He looked away, then met Alex's
"Unless you do? I know I didn't give you much of a choice
at first, but..."
Alex cut his words off with another kiss. "Look, I admit
I hated you for a
long time. And I wouldn't recommend this as a way to start a relationship,
but I'd like a chance to see if we can make it work."
Mulder sighed. "I'd like that too. But you know that we can't
know about this? I'd lose my job, and god knows what would happen
Alex nodded. "What about the doc? You didn't try to hide
it from him."
"No, I know I shouldn't have done that, but I'd been so worried
Besides, Brian's been a friend since we were kids; he won't blow
"Will he tell Michael though? If he's his friend too..."
"No, he'll leave it up to me. He's more my friend than Mike's
anyway. We all
grew up together, and we're friends, but Brian's never been quite
comfortable with us being gay. Well, actually I'm bi, but most
relationships have been with men. Anyhow, like I said, Brian's
a bit uneasy
with the whole thing. Must be the Catholic in him. I don't know
why he can
handle it better with me, but he does. I don't even think he keeps
Alex nodded and let it go. If he and Mulder were still together
when he got
out of this hellhole, then they could worry about his friend's
seeing them together. But considering that he had at least a couple
before he'd even be eligible for parole, it wasn't worth worrying
He sank down to his knees, lightly lapping at the beads of moisture
tip of Mulder's cock, refamiliarizing himself with the other man's
after nearly a month. He hadn't done this since before Mulder's
and he'd missed it. He took the head into his mouth, sucking lightly
his tongue played over the surface, loving the sounds of Mulder's
above him. He gradually took more in until Mulder's entire length
was in his
mouth, and he tugged on the man's hips, trying to get him to fuck
But Mulder pulled away and dropped to his own knees, kissing Alex
tasting himself in the younger man's mouth. Alex finally pulled
the kiss, only to kiss his way down Mulder's throat, then down
to his chest
where he nibbled on the aroused nipples. He nipped at Mulder's
letting his teeth sink into the warm flesh for an instant before
it so he could move on. Mulder's hand on the back of his head
pressing his mouth back against his chest.
"Do it, mark me. As long as my clothes will cover it, you
can leave marks on
Alex groaned at the thought, opening his mouth again and sinking
into the muscle before him. He heard Mulder's groan of pain, but
also feel the man's erection digging into his hip, so he knew
it. He could taste blood in his mouth when he released Mulder,
and he licked
over the bite mark he'd left, sucking on it till a large bruise
around it. It made him feel a little like Mulder belonged to him.
"Huh?" Alex looked at him blankly.
"Fox. It's my name."
"Oh." A pause. "You want me to call you Fox?"
"Yeah. That's what lovers do."
"Are we lovers?"
"Okay. Fox. Fox." Alex repeated it a few times, trying
it on for size. "I
like it. It fits you."
"*You* fit me."
Alex whimpered and started to turn around so he could get down
on all fours,
but Mulder stopped him. "Not this time, Alex. I want to see
you when I take
Alex stared back blankly, unable to imagine how that would work.
grinned, looking forward to teaching him something new, something
associate with pain or rape.
"Lie down, Alex, flat on your back."
Alex still looked confused but did as he was told, looking up
trustingly. Mulder leaned down to lick Alex's throat, slowly working
down, nibbling on his nipples gently, smiling when Alex gasped
under his touch. He had to keep reminding himself that he couldn't
marks on Alex, no matter how much he wanted to.
He forced himself to move on, taking Alex's cock into his mouth
for a moment
while he pulled the lube out of his pants pocket so he could prepare
He was really going to enjoy seeing the pleasure on Alex's face
seeing those green eyes go blind with passion. He kept sucking
Alex as he
slid one slick finger inside him, then two, feeling the younger
immediately start to screw himself back on his fingers, already
"Please, Fox, I need..." Alex was nearly sobbing.
"I know, baby, I know what you need," Mulder soothed,
stroking the cock he'd
allowed to slide out of his mouth.
He sat up on his heels as he stroked the slick over his own cock,
raised Alex's ass to rest on his lap. But Alex still wasn't properly
positioned, having no idea what to do with his legs to make the
easier, so Fox hooked his ankles over his shoulders. He paused
for a moment,
admiring the finely made body of his lover, stroking his beautiful
until Alex's increasingly frantic whimpers warned him that it
was time to
Mulder positioned himself at Alex's entrance, just pressing against
tight ring of muscle, but making no attempt to slide inside. He
Alex's eyes, watching the frustration cloud his face. Alex squirmed,
to entice Mulder to take him, finally snarling up at the older
"Goddamnit, *fuck* me!"
And Mulder did. He slid inside Alex's yearning body in a long,
watching the pleasure wash over Alex. He started a slow, gently
knowing it was exactly what Alex didn't want, and he couldn't
joyful laugh when Alex tried to hurry him. He shifted position
so he was
stretched out over Alex, covering him like a blanket, and he kissed
languidly flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth as he stroked
ass. Alex was going wild under him and barely remembered not to
The man was driving him insane. He'd never felt anything like
It felt so good, felt like Fox was claiming him, but it wasn't
wanted, needed, more.
"Fox, please!" he begged.
Mulder grinned, then increased his pace, thrusting harder and
threw his head back, groaning as he came deep inside Alex, filling
his seed. Alex moaned pitifully as the incredible sensations stopped,
leaving him still wanting. He looked up at Fox desperately, wondering
had all been a lie, if this was his punishment.
"Trust me, baby," Fox urged again, licking at his lips.
Mulder pulled out of
Alex and gently lowered his legs to the ground, wondering if he
that every breath was a sob. He grabbed the lube again, holding
it up where
Alex could see it, smiling at the expression of confusion on the
man's face. Then he squeezed out a glob onto his fingers and reached
himself, fingering his own ass, as Alex's eyes widened. Even though
just come, it felt good, and Mulder could feel a faint twinge
from his cock.
Alex watched in fascination as Fox, still kneeling between his
pleasured himself with his own fingers in his ass. He prayed that
what he thought it did. Then Mulder reached for his cock, spreading
over him, and he couldn't help thrusting up into that hand. He'd
his life been this aroused. He thought he'd die if he didn't get
Mulder grinned down at him and moved over him, straddling his
waist so his
rampant cock pressed between Mulder's cheeks. Alex reached up,
over his lover, catching at his nipples and pinching them so Fox
pleasure. Then it was Alex's turn to gasp as Fox rose up, then
sank down on
his cock, slowly filling himself with Alex. He had to pause several
allow his body to adjust to the presence inside him, but finally
himself sitting in the cradle of Alex's pelvis, the entire length
cock buried inside him. Both men breathed heavily, then Mulder
move. He rose up, nearly allowing Alex to slip out of him, then
down. He repeated the action over and over again, gradually moving
His own cock was hard again, amazingly so considering how recently
come, but everything about fucking Alex was amazing.
He groaned when he felt a hand on his cock, and looking down,
Alex's hand stroke him, giving him exactly what he needed. He
began to move
ever faster, caught up in his own pleasure, but still aware of
beneath him. Alex tried to help him, catching his rhythm and thrusting
into him, arching under him until his whole body stiffened and
he came deep
inside Mulder. Even as he came, he continued stroking Mulder,
who came for
the second time only moments after he did.
Mulder remained where he was for a few moments while he caught
then reluctantly disengaged from Alex and stretched out beside
him on their
bed of cardboard. He smiled when Alex rolled toward him, and he
arm around the younger man's waist, pulling him close, enjoying
moments of peaceful togetherness. He dropped a kiss on the top
of the sable
head nestled against his shoulder. They remained in each other's
arms for a
few minutes before they had to get up and get dressed to return
Alex to his
Once clothed, they gravitated back into each other's arms for
a final kiss
and embrace before going back to their normal lives.
Alex clung to Fox fearfully. "So what happens now?"
Fox sighed. "Nothing, Alex. We just have to continue on till
you get out of
here, then we can see what happens."
"You really think we can do this?"
"I don't think we have a choice." With another gentle
kiss, Mulder motioned
Alex to leave the room and followed him out.
The next day, Mulder had just arrived for his shift when he was
Skinner's office. Panic swept through him as he walked down the
tier and up
the stairs to meet his boss. What was this about? Did someone
see him and
Alex together? Did someone hear them? He started to sweat as he
hand to knock on the door. He knocked twice and awaited his fate.
"Enter!" the gruff voice bellowed from inside the office.
Mulder gripped the door handle, palms sweating, and turned it,
himself into the office, his mouth suddenly dry. "You wanted
to see me,
sir?" Mulder croaked, immediately clearing his throat.
Skinner looked up at Mulder, his stony expression unchanging.
He motioned to
the chair in front of him. "Have a seat."
Mulder sat down and crossed then uncrossed his legs. Skinner set
file he was working on and smiled at Mulder. Mulder sat still
and fought the
incredible desire to fidget.
"Officer Mulder, we're going to rotate staff again."
Skinner threw his pen
on his desk and leaned forward before he continued. "The
rotation isn't performing satisfactorily."
Mulder frowned, "I thought I was doing a good job in the
Tagarelli? There hasn't been a fight since I got there. I get
along with the
other COs; what's the problem?"
"Relax, it's not you; you're doing a great job; you're one
of the best COs
we have. The problem is, we need you elsewhere. D block hasn't
been the same
since you rotated out of there. Last week a guard got slashed;
the cons are
spitting on the COs there is lack of control. Those cons seem
you, or at least listen to you. We want you to rotate back."
Mulder sat there with a stunned expression on his face. He thought
he was in
trouble, and then this came along. Mulder thought of his old stomping
ground; he liked it there, liked the crew he worked with. There
bullshit and interaction with the cons there most of them were
their cells for 22 hours a day.
"We'd like you to head up the crew there." Skinner proposed.
Mulder's jaw nearly hit the floor. "Are you offering me a
"You'd be supervisor in that block. You'd get a raise, a
better parking spot
and more responsibility. What do you say?"
A million things ran through Mulder's mind. He had been waiting
opportunity like this for years; he'd be a fool not to take it.
It was just
too bad that he hadn't gotten promoted five years ago when Sam
money the most. He looked up at Skinner and smiled, "Yes,
Skinner stood up and offered his hand to Mulder. "How does
"Sounds great." Mulder shook Skinner's hand before he
turned to leave. He
had just gotten outside the door when a thought ran through his
//Alex//. Mulder gripped the wall; how the hell could he forget
What did he just do? Mulder nearly groaned out loud as he walked
tier to the dining hall. //Shit!// It was the end of the week,
too. He was
off for the next two days; that meant that this would be their
together until//until he gets paroled.// Mulder sighed, then turned
the corridor to go back to the change room.
Alex looked at his watch, then looked out into the dining hall.
where Mulder was; he wasn't usually late. Finally, about half
an hour later,
he saw the tall, golden-browned haired man saunter through the
insides fluttered, as they often did when he saw his lover. //Lover.//
nearly smiled to himself when he said the word. He had never had
"Krycek, quit daydreaming and get back to work!" Tagarelli
screamed at him.
Alex quickly jumped to action. It was busy, as usual, so the time
flew by as
he did his duties, wanting his shift to be over quickly. Finally,
staff left, and it was time to sort the recycling. He went into
the room and
got to work, sorting glass from plastic, breaking down the boxes.
Mulder came in and leaned against the wall. Alex's face flushed
heart pounded as he quickly worked to get the recycling out of
the way so
they could be alone. Finally, he was finished, and he started
to lay the
cardboard down on the floor when Mulder spoke.
"Leave it, come here."
Alex walked over to Mulder as Mulder closed and locked the door.
noticed Mulder's eyes were red, as if he were holding back tears.
"Fox? What's wrong? You're scaring me."
Mulder stared at him miserably. He had no idea how to tell Alex
raping him, then falling in love with him, now he was leaving
him. //God, I
couldn't fuck with his mind more if I was still trying!//
"Fox!" Alex sounded really worried now.
Mulder took a deep breath. "I got a promotion."
Alex waited, then when he didn't seem about to add anything, said,
that's a good thing. Isn't it?"
"To supervisor in D block. Starting Monday."
Dead silence. It lasted so long that Mulder finally forced his
eyes up to
meet Alex's, finding them fixed on him in shock, tears swimming
depths. He reached out to him, but Alex flinched away from him.
"Don't." Alex swore and turned away, pounding a fist
against the wall. "Just
don't. Did you enjoy making me believe you? Huh, *Fox*?"
he sneered as he
faced Mulder again. "I guess raping me wasn't enough for
you; you wanted me
complicit in my own punishment. How did it go, *Fox*? Did you
decide that a
gaybasher deserved to be fucked over, to think that someone actually
me just so you could pull the rug out from under me?"
The naked pain in Alex's voice finally roused Mulder from his
shock at the
younger man's misinterpretation. "No! Alex, no. I don't want
to leave you,
and I'll find some way to see you sometimes." //Though god
knows how.// "But
this promotion, it's what I've always wanted. It shows that I'm
some hack even if I only have a high school education. They trust
they're giving me more responsibility. I couldn't say no to that!
haven't been lying to you, baby, I *love* you." He stopped,
shocked by what
he'd just said. //When the hell did that happen? Fuck, being his
caring about him was bad enough, now I'm in love with him? Mike
going to be happy.// He shook his head slightly, frowning.
"I love you," he repeated more strongly, staring into
Alex's eyes. "But I
need this for *me*."
Before he could say more, Alex's fingers were lying across his
Fox. I understand. I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. Of course
you have to
take this promotion." //Even if I have no fucking idea how
I'm going to
survive in this place knowing you're so close but I can't see
you or touch
you. Kinda makes me believe in divine retribution.//
Mulder winced, having a pretty good idea of how Alex felt. He
other man into his arms, burying his face in the silky hair when
lowered his head to his shoulder. His hands stroked over the younger
back, at first comfortingly but gradually turning to caresses
arouse. He didn't even notice the change until he realized that
squirming against him, rubbing his erection against Mulder's thigh.
A lustful grin flickered across Mulder's face as he reached down
Alex's ass and pull him closer. A faint moan from Alex was his
feeling Alex through the barriers of cloth wasn't enough; he needed
contact of skin against skin. He unfastened the younger man's
pushed the waistband of his briefs down, freeing his cock. Mulder
lips when he saw that the head was already covered with droplets
moisture. Unable to resist, he dropped to his knees, fingers digging
Alex's hips, and licked the ruddy shaft clean, then slid his lips
tip. As he sucked lightly, he raised his eyes to Alex's face,
head thrown back in pleasure and the lower lip caught between
teeth to hold back his moans of pleasure.
//Someday,// Mulder promised himself, //someday, I'm going to
have you where
we don't have to worry about other people, and I'm going to make
with pleasure until your voice gives out.//
In the meantime, he'd settle for making Alex's knees give way
under him. He
chuckled around the sensitive flesh in his mouth when he saw that
had a fist stuffed in his mouth to muffle his cries. Alex shuddered
sensation of Mulder's laughter on his cock, a faint whimper escaping
and he thrust forward into Mulder's mouth. Mulder took him deeper,
than Alex had ever felt before.
He looked down, meeting Mulder's eyes, seeing Fox watching him,
himself disappear into that sensual mouth, and it was too much
for him. The
next stroke of Mulder's tongue over his shaft pushed him over
the edge, and
he convulsed as he filled Mulder's mouth, groaning as the pleasure
through him. He leaned over Mulder, barely staying on his feet
at his shoulder.
Mulder watched him with a grin, licking his lips while Alex stared
movement of his tongue as he sank to the floor. Never taking his
the prone man, Mulder rose to his feet and removed his clothing,
it off, but not stripping for Alex to watch either; rather he
quickly and efficiently, simply removing an impediment to his
Lying at his feet, Alex squirmed out of his own clothes and waited,
spread wide in invitation. Mulder barely restrained a gasp at
As Mulder knelt back down, Alex suddenly made a decision and rolled
onto his belly, pushing up onto all fours. He arched his back
down, bending his arms so he could rest his head on his crossed
time, Mulder couldn't prevent the gasp from escaping him. Alex
his shoulder, meeting Fox's eyes directly.
"Take me, Fox, I want you to. Who knows when we'll be able
to see each other
again? Claim me, Fox. I want to, need to, know that we belong
Fox's eyes closed for an instant, then opened again to give Alex
a look full
of love. "No matter what, no matter how long it is till we
can be together
again, remember that I love you." Suddenly he laughed. "If
I could fall in
love with you despite everything, you can be sure that's not going
Alex had to laugh too. "That's all very nice, Fox, and I'm
very happy to
hear it, but would you mind showing me now?" He wriggled
his ass at his
lover for emphasis.
Mulder chuckled, nipping unexpectedly at the firm cheeks, surprising
out of Alex. Fox grabbed the lube he had put down nearby and quickly
some onto himself and into Alex, preparing them quickly. He couldn't
any longer, and from the way Alex was moving back onto his fingers,
didn't want to wait either. He replaced his fingers with his cock,
in until his balls rested against the other man's ass, gasping
pleasurable tightness of this man who was his.
Alex groaned when he took Fox inside himself, feeling both possessed
possessor. He pushed back, seeking to take him even deeper, feeling
to him in a way he'd never thought possible. Weird as it sounded,
him, he was almost grateful that he'd ended up in prison and been
//What the fuck am I thinking?// Then he looked over his shoulder
at Fox and
remembered why. No matter how awful everything had been, he was
glad to have
Fox now. And speaking of having Fox now... He clenched his ass,
the sound of pleasure he drew from Mulder.
Mulder slid his arms under Alex's arms and over his shoulders,
upright and settling him on his lap as they knelt, Fox embedded
Alex. Mulder started moving his hips while he stroked Alex's cock,
caught his rhythm, arching and twisting his lap. Mulder seized
a fistful of
Alex's hair, pulling his head back and around so he could kiss
him as they
continued to move together. Alex cried his pleasure into Mulder's
he felt his lover explode inside him, making him come again.
Still kissing, they sank down to lie on their sides, spooned together
Mulder reluctantly withdrew a few minutes later. When he did,
over to face him, pillowing his head on Mulder's shoulder once
the older man
stretched out on his back. They lay together, holding on to one
long as they could before cleaning up and dressing to take Alex
back to his
Before they left the room, Mulder stopped Alex with a hand on
Alex halted but didn't look back. "I *will* find some way
to make this work,
Alex. Trust me."
Alex nodded silently, not saying a word as they went to his cell
left him there. He watched the guard walk away, trying not to
then crawled into his bunk. He turned to face the wall, a single
rolling down his face.
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