Disclaimer: Aren't mine.
Ratings: PG; S for Silly
Plot Summary: Plot? Well... Mulder and Krycek want a happy end.
I had the idea for this story soon after my Shipper friend Baerbel
with frustration that this month at Gossamer Archive most of the
been unbearable kitschy stories with Mulder and Scully marrying
children. At least, this can't happen with slash stories.
Mulder + Krycek = Happy end ?
"You're sure she lives here?" Mulder asked.
"I can find out almost everything." Krycek answered
and proceeded with picking
the lock. "That's why Cancerman tried to kill me twice."
With a click the door opened and the men slipped into the flat,
through a short corridor and entered a room, where a woman with
hair, in her early twenties, was sitting on a table and trying
to find some
sense in the book she was reading.
She looked up at the intruders, her brows rising with surprise.
"Are you Ratwoman?" Krycek asked.
"Y...yes," she answered, rising to her feet. "What
do you want from me?" she
Krycek just looked at her a bit irritated because she was almost
as tall as
he himself, so Mulder took over the talking.
"We want a happy end." he simply said.
Ratwoman blinked her eyes, puzzled. "A happy end?"
"Yeah, you know, our relationship is always so frustrating."
"Either I can't sleep with him because he's my enemy and
I think I have to
hate him, or we do sleep with each other and I feel guilty afterwards..."
"Or I just yearn for him but I know it's useless because
he has all reason
to hate me." Krycek added. "Or we sleep with each other
once but then
separate without knowing if we'll ever meet again, 'cause of all
trying to hunt me down."
"Even if we meet regularly, Krycek always has to leave in
the morning and I
can't even be sure wether there'll be a next time or wether he'll
be dead soon."
Mulder said. "So whatever happens, in the end we're never
"And you want me to change that?" Ratwoman asked frowning.
"We thought, you're a relatively new fanfic writer, perhaps
you could start
a new wave of stories with happy endings for us?" Krycek
said, batting his
long lashes, fully aware of how much she loved his eyes.
"Perhaps we run away together," Mulder suggested, pulling
her out of the
contemplation about Krycek's eyes. "You could let us take
the next plane to
Tahiti, where we marry under the southern sun and live happily
Ratwoman started to giggle.
"If you don't like that," Krycek said slightly annoyed.
"How about Mulder
finds out that I'm absolutely innocent, that I was just in the
at the wrong places, then I help Mulder to bring down the Consortium
find Samantha, then we fight back the alien invasion and we'll
as heroes," Krycek voice became more and more enthusiastic,
"and then, when
everything is over, Mulder and I get married, Scully is the bridesmaid,
Skinner the witness at marriage ceremony,...-we could even adopt
"That's even worse!" Ratwoman exclaimed.
"Please!" Mulder begged with his best puppy dog look.
Ratwoman ignored him and began reluctantly: "I don't want
to claim that I
can speak for every Mulder/Krycek relationshipper, but: we don't
want you to
"And I thought you like me!" Alex replied pouting.
"I do like you." she replied. "Why else should
I have chosen this pseudonym?"
"Prove it!" Krycek demanded.
"I certainly won't write a story with the two of you marrying."
_Because I love the tragedy too much. As you already said: you,
love the man who killed your father, and you, Alex, love the man
who has no
choice but to hate you." Slightly condescendently she added:
"The most tragic
thing in Mulder's and Scully's relationship is that they don't
other how they feel, but they could come together if they really
But you two," she said enthusiatically, "no chance."
"And I thought you just like it because of the hardcore sex."
With a grin Ratwoman answered: "Well, that's the other reason."
"So you won't write us a happy end." Mulder resigningly
"No, I'm afraid not." Ratwoman answered.
The men turned to the door.
Krycek looked back thoughtfully, then he asked: "Will you
at least let us
have more of that hot steamy sex?"
Ratwoman shrugged her shoulders. "I'll do what I can."