TITLE: "Midnight Angel VIII: Heavenly Bodies" (1/1)

AUTHOR: Isahunter


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

FEEDBACK: Isahunter@aol.com

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: Who will you cling to on the last days of the world?

NOTE: This is a continuation of the "Midnight Angel" series, available at the eXpositions web site: http://www.aliens.mcmail.com/isadiadem/

For Julie, Jasmin, and Nanda. Your encouragement means so much to me.

NC17! If you are under age, please read no further. You've been warned! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Doroga k Zvjozdam Otkrita. (The way to the stars is open.)"

--Sergei Koroljov

"What did you just say?"

"I think you heard me. That virus came from ET's not-so-nice cousin. They want to wipe us off the face of the earth, and you're just going to watch them do it."

Jesus. For the second time in so many minutes, he pulled the truck off the road and shut down the engine. Turning to stare at her, Alex barely felt the shudder that ripped through him. She knew. She KNEW. How the fuck could she possibly be privy to something that was so silenced it had even been kept from the President?

He wanted to grab her and shake her. To laugh and scream at the sky that he'd been right about her all along. That he'd had every right to be suspicious, that he'd known she would betray him some day. But she'd never lied. She'd never asked him for anything. And he had a sneaking suspicion that if he'd just known the right question to ask, she would have told him all he needed to know.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, quietly. She reached up and flipped on the overhead light, her eyes narrowed not because of the brightness but because she was glaring at him. "Don't play stupid with me, Alex. I'm right, aren't I?"

"You sound like you've been reading too much Science Fiction." She laughed, but there was no amusement in the sound. "When I was seven years old, I was abducted from our pasture by an alien ship. Before you laugh and tell me I'm crazy, my brother witnessed the whole thing. And I know you know more than you're telling me. I can see it in your eyes."

"You don't see shit."

She reached over and pressed the button to lock the doors. Turning in her seat, she leaned back and faced him. "Who are you?"

"I think I should be asking you that question."

"I'm just a poor farmer's daughter who was in the wrong place at the wrong time." She wrapped his coat even tighter about herself, like a big blanket. "I don't even remember all of what happened that night."

"I'll tell you what happened. You bumped your head and had a bad dream. You weren't abducted. It's impossible."

Her voice grew even harsher. "Why?"

"Because you were just a child. You weren't important to the project, and they already had plenty of healthy ovum from adult women."

"What project?"

He turned away from that intense gaze, staring at his own reflection in the window, knowing he'd already said too much. "It was just a dream, Sabryn."

"You're full of shit."

"You don't even want to know what they'd do to you if you were abducted." Her long silence finally made him turn to look at her. She was staring at him, her eyes wide with disbelief, her lower lip slightly quivering. She looked like she was in shock, and he had the strangest urge to reach out and touch her. But he didn't move.

"Tell me." She swallowed heavily. "You have to tell me, Alex. I can't remember."

Damn it. He never should have acknowledged her question in the first place. He should have kept on driving, pretended that he hadn't heard a thing. But it was too damned late for that now. It was too damned late for everything. That was what it all came down to, after all. Time. Here now, gone in seconds. So much wasted time.

"The only children abducted were those used to make the clones. But that's not even accurate in itself. They were more like 'drones,' or worker bees. Loyal, mindless slaves created for the sole purpose of preparing the earth for colonization."

She didn't say a word, but merely sat there in rapt attention, hanging on his every word. And he couldn't look at the expression of horror on her face.

His hand clenched around the steering wheel, he stared straight ahead, down that long lonely road, as he continued. "The drones were of little use otherwise. They're easily killed and wouldn't survive the colonization. So the search began for a better worker. Something that would not only survive the 'holocaust,' but could also be used to fight against any sort of human resistance. But they also needed to blend in, to look just like everyone else. So human eggs were collected and used in the development of the perfect human-alien hybrid."

"They stole them, from women seeking treatment at fertility clinics, didn't they?"

He glanced at her then, but her eyes were closed. He had no idea how she knew as much as she did. Maybe she was remembering. Or maybe she had some sort of shadowy connection he hadn't uncovered yet.

Whatever the reason for her question, she looked like she was about to be ill. He couldn't exactly blame her. If he hadn't known all his life, he would have puked his guts out, too.

"Yes, among other things."

She cleared her throat, opening her eyes only to stare at the floor. "Where does that virus fit into this?"

"It's no mistake that the word 'colonists' and 'colony' fit together. The drones and the soldiers. This virus was engineered to be spread by the sting of a bee. Africanized honey bees. Only the soldiers, those given the vaccine, and the men who worked a deal to save their own asses will survive."

"You're one of those men, aren't you?"

"I would rather sell my own soul than become a slave to these bastards. I just want to stay alive."

"Why? I'd rather die than live to see this happen." "Because we can fight them. Survival is the only thing that matters anymore."

She breathed deeply for a few moments, holding a trembling hand to her throat. When it seemed her nausea had finally passed, she turned to look at him once more.

"Where do you fit into all of this? You said you've known about this all your life?"

"My parents were KGB agents. Someone figured they knew too much, so they were forced to change their names, get new documentation, and disappear for a while. I grew up knowing that this would happen. I've always known my job was to stop this, any way I could."

"But you're not stopping it," she said, angrily. "You should be telling this story to the press, the White House, anyone who will listen."

"Do you have any idea what that would mean? Complete chaos. If I was believed, and that's a big if, there would be widespread panic and anarchy. And it wouldn't solve a damned thing. We can't save everyone, Sabryn. There's only so much of this damned vaccine to go around, and there's no stopping the invasion. It will happen. People are going to die, whether they know it or not."

"But at least they'd be prepared. They could try to make a stand." "You don't get it. Those who don't have the vaccine have no chance of survival. They'll be demolished. Resistance is futile without it."

"You're sitting there telling me I'm going to die, and there's not a damned thing I can do about it?"


"Well fuck you."

He reached out to her then, meaning to offer some small amount of comfort, but she slapped his hand away. She started to reach for the door handle when he pulled her back. She fought his touch, angrily pushing him away, sounding like an animal wildly trying to break free of its trap.

"Don't touch me!"

"Don't fight me, God-damn it!"

With a strength she couldn't possibly resist, he grabbed the back of her neck and smashed his lips against her own. Desperately smothering her panicked whimpers, ferociously kissing her mouth until her violent protest slowly ceased. She didn't lose strength, merely refocussed it. And instead of pushing him away, she clung to him like a life-preserver.

Shuddering, shaking, quaking with intense and vital life. So real and brazen and beautifully human. Smelling like wildflowers in summer, tasting as sweet as fresh-plucked fruit. Soft and warm, and far more luminous than any of those heavenly bodies in the sky above them. He was so fucking drunk with the essence of her that he didn't give a damn about anything else. For that moment, he just wanted her.

She had to be out of her mind.

She should have been climbing out of the truck, flagging down the first car that came along, and heading to the nearest television station to tell his story. Screaming to whomever would listen that the sky was falling. Instead, she was climbing over that center console and straddling his lap. Ignoring the sudden honk of the horn as she squeezed herself between his body and the steering wheel. Paying no attention to the protesting ache of her thighs in the cramped position. Wanting nothing more than to cling to precious life, to feel the viral vitality of this man. This moment. While she still had time left.

He was talking about the end of the world, and she couldn't wait to get into his pants. There was something so fucked up about that she almost laughed. But given the odd mixture of adrenaline in her veins and shock that made her whole body shake, laughter came far too easily. She had to be losing her mind...or she wouldn't be giggling, horny as hell, and ready to burst into tears all at the same time.

Her knees pressed hard into the back of the seat, her thighs painfully bunched beneath her, she ground her body into his and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

He barely gave her a moment to breathe. Nearly feral, he sucked at her lips, biting, smashing them beneath his own. Taking, claiming, ravaging, fucking her mouth with his tongue. Recklessly tearing at her jeans, nearly ripping the zipper as he shoved it down. Pushing his hand inside, he started inching the denim down, but he didn't get very far before he was stopped by her spread thighs.

Breaking away from her lips, only to have her move her searching mouth down the strong column of his neck, his heavy breathing stirred the hair on top of her head. "This isn't going to work."

"Don't stop."

"I can't move. I might have to take my arm off." Her sudden hysterical laughter echoed through the long cab of the truck, and when the sound rang back to her, she could hear every little shaky tremor. No no no no. She was not going to cry in front of this man. Not now. Not ever.

She sat back and met his gaze, her back pressed painfully against the steering wheel. "I really hate you. You know that, don't you?"

The bastard actually laughed. It was the first time she'd ever really heard the sound, and she couldn't even enjoy it.

"Yeah, I know. Now lift your ass so I can take these jeans off and fuck you."

She tried to glare at him, but failed miserably. Bracing her hands against the back of his seat, she slid her knees backwards until her feet touched the floor. And then she stood up, ducking her head, flinching when her ass hit the horn. She laughed again, thankful for the condensation on the windows as he pushed her jeans down around her ankles. She shivered, feeling awkward as dragged the white cotton panties down as well. Crouching, draped in the rich musky leather of his coat, his callused hands on bare skin, the denim of his jeans creating a subtle friction between her thighs, she let out a shuddering cloudy breath. His palm slid around to cup her ass, his fingers teasing the cleft, their bodies illuminated by the lights of a passing car. And as he leaned forward, his body bent awkwardly in the tiny space, his mouth touching the tiny freckle by her navel, she tried desperately to free herself from her jeans.

Toeing off one of her shoes, she kicked free of her pant leg. Thank God. She didn't even give a damn about the awful sound the horn made when she put her foot up on the seat next to him. Ignored the angry pain in her lower back as the steering wheel ground into her flesh. Somehow, sliding down the seat, he managed to put his mouth on her. And nothing else mattered.

Her hands were so cold her fingers were numb. Her thighs were shaking so much she was amazed she could hold herself up. And yet the sudden heat of his tongue on her, parting the moist folds of her sex as the horn blared in her ear, left a blazing trail of fire coursing through her veins. She couldn't even find enough breath to emit a moan. He didn't remain in the cramped position for long, didn't let her stay smashed against the horn. He merely teased her, gave her the slight taste of ecstasy. And when he pushed himself upright, moving her foot back and dragging her onto his lap, her replaced his mouth with the fingers of his prosthetic hand. She gasped, sliding herself against the smooth plastic.

"Too bad you don't have a built-in vibrator."

"Maybe I'll have to get an upgrade."

She pressed her fingers on top of his, guiding the prosthesis and pushing herself even closer to completion. Wedging his right hand between them, he popped open the button on his jeans and yanked down the zipper. It didn't take much effort to get his cock out...it nearly thrust free of his jeans on its own. He didn't waste another second. Moving his hand out of the way, he guided himself into position and thrust his hips up to fill her with the solid length of his cock. Pressed down hard on his lap, her thighs grating against the rough texture of his jeans, swimming in the heavy leather of his coat, she let his hands on her hips guide her. She'd never been so uncomfortable in her life, but the ache inside her far outweighed any other. She needed this. Needed him. Was nearly frantic with hunger.

He pulled her down hard on to him, thrusting up to meet every downward plunge, holding her hips so tightly she was sure to be bruised. She buried her face in the side of his neck, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, violently riding every rise and fall of his body. Whimpering deep in her throat, fighting the urge to scream.

How could one thing hurt so much, and feel so fucking good? Her heart was pounding, aching, her chest squeezing painfully, and her lungs struggling to keep up the pace. She was dimly aware of the harsh sobs leaving her mouth, but she wasn't crying. Not a single tear formed in her eyes. He'd told her she was going to die, but it didn't mean a fucking thing. She wasn't about to give up without a fight. And the fight started right here.

She slammed hard against him, tilting her hips until the sensation was almost unbearable, using his body to give her pleasure. Kissing his lips, his jaw, his neck. Hanging onto every shred of humanity in him. When the waves of dark need finally broke, spilling over her in cleansing release, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. Feeling his whole body spasm beneath her.

After a moment, she went limp, lying heavily against him, her legs cramping painfully. But she wasn't about to move. It took several minutes for his breathing to slow, before he removed his hands from her hips and rolled down the window to let a little fresh air cool their sweaty skin.

Sabryn laid her head on his shoulder, staring out the window at the starry sky. Impossible. Something that beautiful couldn't possibly be the gateway to their doom. She'd been afraid of that sky for years, but somehow...for some God-awful reason, it didn't seem so threatening now. Perhaps it was the irrational anger still coursing through her veins. Or her sudden determination to fight. Whatever it was, for once she could look at those stars without panicking.

"When does the invasion begin?"

"New Year's day."

So much for not panicking. She sat upright and stared at him, feeling the still slightly stiffened length of his cock shift inside her with her movement. She couldn't help the tightening of her inner muscles that made him catch his breath.

"That's only a few weeks away."

"Seventeen days."

She licked her lips, staring into his eyes. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

"Get your hands on as much cash as you can. Close any bank accounts, sell whatever might get some money. Pack up your apartment, and head north. Get supplies, your family, whatever the hell you'll need to survive, and find the coldest damn place you can get to. The sooner the better."

"Why cold?"

"The cold slows them down, stunts their development. For now, it's your only defense. Get your hands on guns, any kind of weapons you can find. And forget about anything electronic. It'll all be useless anyway."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm on stand-by for a flight to Moscow first thing in the morning."

"You're going to wait in Russia?"

"I don't know what the hell I'm doing yet. But there are some things I need first."

Why the hell did that thought bother her so much? She tried to shake off the ugly, clingy feeling. It was just a desperate situation and she was reaching for the first person she saw. It wasn't personal. She'd be better off with her family anyway.

"My parents will never believe me."

"It doesn't matter what they believe. Just get them out of there, and go north."


He swore under his breath. "North Dakota, who the fuck cares. Just

go north."

She closed her eyes, shuddering, and started at the feel of his fingers caressing her cheek. "Don't. I don't want tenderness from you now."

"Would it have been better if I hadn't told you at all?" She lifted her hips, pulling away from him, maneuvering clumsily into her own seat so she could pull her pants back on. "It's a little late to worry about that now."

He zipped himself up, and she realized for the first time that they hadn't even used protection. Oh what the fuck did it matter. They were all going to die anyway.

"Just take me home."

He stared at her a moment, before reaching out to rub his thumb against her jaw. She had to swallow heavily to fight the moisture in her eyes. Yet when his fingers brushed over her shoulder, he paused and abruptly pulled his jacket away from her neck. He stared down at the tiny scar at the base of her neck, his eyes turning dark in the overhead light.



He flicked off the light and started the truck, pulling on his seat belt. And with one last glance at her, he drove them back towards Arlington.


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