For Your Good
by Satina and Shannon
Date First Posted: 4/11/05Rating: NC-17 * Pairing: M/K
Archive Permissions: Freely given, but please use HTML format to preserve the IM quality.
Disclaimers: Mulder and Krycek are not my characters. They belong to Fox and Chris Carter.
Warnings: None, really.
Summary:
This takes place after The Beginning. Mulder has had it and is gunning for The Smoker. But what he doesn't know is that someone has been hired to take him out, too.
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Bad4YourGood: Your sources are dirty.
BurnedBeyondRec: Tell me something I don't know.Bad4YourGood: No, I mean the ones you've been trusting to give you the smoker.
BurnedBeyondRec: What are you talking about?
Bad4YourGood: They're not your friends. They can't be trusted. They're going to set you up.
BurnedBeyondRec: How do you know?
Bad4YourGood: Because they ratted you to me.
Bad4YourGood: Mulder, this is Krycek.
BurnedBeyondRec: What the fuck do you want?
Bad4YourGood: To help you.
BurnedBeyondRec: Kill him?
Bad4YourGood: To not *be* killed.
BurnedBeyondRec: Why.
Bad4YourGood: I thought I made that clear in my last visit.
BurnedBeyondRec: Oh yeah. So you can use me.
Bad4YourGood: So you can use the intel to further a cause you and I share.
BurnedBeyondRec: Do you want something? Because I have things to do.
Bad4YourGood: I want you to stop pursuing the smoker. And cease all contact with any source who says they can give him to you.
BurnedBeyondRec: Ha! I'll bet you do. Getting close, am I?
Bad4YourGood: I told you, they're setting you up. You won't get him. You'll get an early death, Mulder.
BurnedBeyondRec: Why the hell should I believe you?
Bad4YourGood: Because I can tell you the whole truth. I can tell you what they can't.
BurnedBeyondRec: Oh here, let me just bend over a little for ya there, Krycek...
Bad4YourGood: I didn't fuck you with Weikamp, and I'm not fucking you with this.
Bad4YourGood: My own source gave you the vaccine that saved your partner's life. He got that vaccine from me. He died to help you.
BurnedBeyondRec: Cry me a river.
Bad4YourGood: Meet with me. Tonight.
BurnedBeyondRec: Go fuck yourself. Tonight and every night.
Bad4YourGood: The smoker is marked for death. If you want to know how and by whom, you'd do well not to block me.
BurnedBeyondRec: I don't care. If that's true, I'll see it on CNN.
Bad4YourGood: Not if you fuck it up going after him yourself.
BurnedBeyondRec: Fuck you.
BurnedBeyondRec: You think I can't do a hit?
Bad4YourGood: Oh I have every confidence in your abilities.
Bad4YourGood: But there are forces at work here that will NOT let you succeed.
BurnedBeyondRec: That's what you think.
Bad4YourGood: You're willing to die for his death?
BurnedBeyondRec: Maybe. If that's what it takes.
Bad4YourGood: Don't be stupid.
BurnedBeyondRec: Fuck. You.
Bad4YourGood: He's not the big picture here. You die trying to defeat him, you won't be around to see true victory. And there may not be one without you to see this through.
BurnedBeyondRec: Ha. How's the view back there while you *kiss my ass* Krycek?
Bad4YourGood: It's hard to see past all the shit, actually.
BurnedBeyondRec: Then look elsewhere for what you want because you're not gonna find it here.
Bad4YourGood: You're there. Under the shit. I see you, you know. Nobody else does. But I do.
Bad4YourGood: Listen to me, Mulder.
Bad4YourGood: If you kill everything you believe in to end the smoker's life, you will NEVER end his legacy. You'll just remove an already cancer-ridden old body from the surface of the earth. That's it.
Bad4YourGood: And you'll lose so much of yourself, it'll be worse than if you went to work for him right now.
BurnedBeyondRec: What the fuck do you care?
BurnedBeyondRec: Are you so intent on keeping your job on your knees to him that you'll say *anything* to get me to back off?
Bad4YourGood: I haven't been down there in years, Mulder. That's your ex-wife's job now.
Bad4YourGood: I wouldn't touch that withered old fuck with a ten foot cattle prod if I was covered head to toe in latex.
BurnedBeyondRec: You son of bitch. You think you can make yourself look good by smearing Diana?
Bad4YourGood: I don't care what I look like to you as long as you see the truth. She's made her own bed, Mulder. I'm just telling you who she's lying in it with.
BurnedBeyondRec: Why do you bother, Krycek? You know I don't believe a single goddamn thing that comes out of your lying mouth.
Bad4YourGood: You believed me about Weikamp.
Bad4YourGood: Mulder. The very reason I came to you with this is because I know that if you knew your sources (and I can name them) came to ME, you'd know they were little fucking rats precisely BECAUSE I've been such a little fucking rat to you myself.
Bad4YourGood: They tried to take out a hit on YOU with ME, Mulder. And I'm here. Telling you. Because they don't know the first thing about me.
Bad4YourGood: Well, maybe the first, which is that I betrayed you. But not the second. And that's that I'm your biggest ally, whether you like that disgusting factoid or not.
BurnedBeyondRec: Then there truly is no god.
BurnedBeyondRec: Fine. I get it. Trust no one. Not the first time I've heard it. Thanks for not killing me. Go away.
Bad4YourGood: I'm not here to just not kill you, Mulder.
Bad4YourGood: I'm here to save you.
BurnedBeyondRec: Save yourself.
Bad4YourGood: That, too.
BurnedBeyondRec: I'm not your salvation, Krycek, and you sure as *hell* aren't mine.
Bad4YourGood: I may not be able to give you salvation. But I can sure as **hell** show you how you're gonna wind up in hell.
BurnedBeyondRec: By demonstration?
Bad4YourGood: I think I've played that out for public viewing one too many times, so no.
BurnedBeyondRec: Why don't you just go there now and leave me alone.
Bad4YourGood: I thought about it.
Bad4YourGood: I can't.
BurnedBeyondRec: You thought about it. You thought about killing me. Great, tovarisch. Thanks.
Bad4YourGood: NO! That is NOT what I meant.
Bad4YourGood: Shut the fuck up for a minute, Mulder.
Bad4YourGood: I *meant* that I thought about telling you about your band of scum-rats and leaving it at that. But I CAN'T.
Bad4YourGood: Whether you like it or not. Whether you think I'm just rimming you out with platitudes or not. You are the KEY to the continued existence of life on this planet. And if he dies by your hand...I don't think you'll be coming back from that, Mulder.
BurnedBeyondRec: Well, there's always next lifetime.
Bad4YourGood: No. There's not.
Bad4YourGood: Mulder, I'm here to tell you that this one's it.
Bad4YourGood: It's part of the Truth I've never had for you before. I've had pieces. Like you. This is different. This is everything.
BurnedBeyondRec: And how did *you* get it?
BurnedBeyondRec: Lying, cheating, stealing, killing. That got you the truth.
Bad4YourGood: Yes. I picked it up on a path you were never meant to walk.
BurnedBeyondRec: So...you were meant to walk it, pick up the goodies, then just hand 'em over to me.
Bad4YourGood: Everybody has a part to play. And every part has its price.
Bad4YourGood: Yours is not revenge.
Bad4YourGood: Yours is revelation.
BurnedBeyondRec: And what is it you want me to pay you for this?
Bad4YourGood: Will I ruin the mood if I ask for a nice long blow job?
BurnedBeyondRec: Sure, Krycek. You're not afraid I'm gonna bite it off?
Bad4YourGood: I meant me to you, Mulder.
Bad4YourGood: You win this war, Mulder...I'll blow your mind. And if it's what you want, I'll walk out of your life on that note and never return.
Bad4YourGood: Small price to pay for the absolute truth don't you think?
BurnedBeyondRec: You'll blow me in exchange for me winning the war?
Bad4YourGood: I win twice. You think that's not enough for me?
BurnedBeyondRec: You wanna blow me.
Bad4YourGood: Do you need to put your reading glasses on? YES.
BurnedBeyondRec: Are you calling me old?
Bad4YourGood: No, just thick. And I guess I can understand why you'd have trouble taking that piece of intel in.
Bad4YourGood: Even though, give me a fucking break, it's always been there, Mulder. I know you've felt it.
BurnedBeyondRec: I've felt you trying to manipulate me, yeah.
Bad4YourGood: So you just thought I thought YOU wanted it? Pfffff!
BurnedBeyondRec: No, I thought you thought you could *make* me want it.
Bad4YourGood: But that I didn't really want it at all.
BurnedBeyondRec: Oh yeah, you wanted me to want it and be manipulated by that want. Whether you would enjoy the sex itself was secondary, I'm sure.
Bad4YourGood: Have you never felt a man's erection pressed tight to your thigh, Mulder? 'Cause that's what that was. In Hong Kong. If you had any doubt.
Bad4YourGood: Felt pretty primary to me...
BurnedBeyondRec: Adrenaline.
BurnedBeyondRec: It's a global stimulant. Excites the entire nervous system. Has varying effects on all organ systems.
Bad4YourGood: I get a little pumped when there's danger, sure. I don't get full-blown rock fucking hard unless I wanna fuck, Mulder.
Bad4YourGood: But as I sit here and actually argue my surplus of lust for you, Mulder, there's a war going on. And right now you're not on any side except the side of your own raped trust. And whereas that's a pretty fucking valid place to be, considering... It means a shit storm of hell for all of us, you included, in the long run.
BurnedBeyondRec: Surplus of lust?
Bad4YourGood: Focus. Mulder.
BurnedBeyondRec: All right, so what do you want, besides to fuck me?
Bad4YourGood: I just wanna spill my guts. Isn't that your wet dream anyway? See? We'll *both* get off.
BurnedBeyondRec: You're right. Go ahead. Give it up to me.
Bad4YourGood: All right.
Bad4YourGood: I'll start small. (And yes, this is the small part.)
Bad4YourGood: The Resistance is going to take out the Consortium. In a planned attack.
Bad4YourGood: They'll be rounded up...brought together for what they'll think is an exchange with the colonists: their 'loved' ones for their lives.
Bad4YourGood: This has happened before. This exchange. Years ago.
Bad4YourGood: Your sister was a part of it. And Cassandra Spender. Among others.
Bad4YourGood: But this time...they'll burn. Like the abductees at the lighthouses last Spring. There will be no more Consortium. Including the smoker.
BurnedBeyondRec: And you think this will succeed?
Bad4YourGood: I have counter measures if it doesn't.
BurnedBeyondRec: Counter measures?
Bad4YourGood: Their New York offices will be rigged with explosives. And while they're gathered to sacrifice their families to the Project, I'll be stealing the fetus from Fort Marlene, so that if any one of them somehow survives...I'll have one of their biggest safeguards. The one thing that they have thought will keep them safe.
BurnedBeyondRec: Why have they thought that would keep them safe?
Bad4YourGood: It's the only one they have. It's what they've been taking DNA from to develop their vaccine, which still isn't sufficient. If they no longer have the fetus or the research done with it, they won't have any defense against colonization themselves.
Bad4YourGood: They'll be just like the population they're willing to sacrifice.
BurnedBeyondRec: Wow.
Bad4YourGood: That's the small part.
BurnedBeyondRec: ???
Bad4YourGood: You remember Gibson Praise. Right, Mulder?
BurnedBeyondRec: Yes...
Bad4YourGood: He's just the beginning. Do you know why they fear him so?
BurnedBeyondRec: Our research shows that he has alien DNA...that we *all* have...but that his is activated, somehow, and that's why he's able to read minds.
BurnedBeyondRec: So I would imagine they fear that the rest of us will be activated...thus destroying any chance of enslaving us.
Bad4YourGood: Exactly. Well, pretty much. There's one they fear the most.
BurnedBeyondRec: More than Gibson?
Bad4YourGood: Yes.
BurnedBeyondRec: Who?
Bad4YourGood: You.
BurnedBeyondRec: ME?
Bad4YourGood: Yes. You, Mulder.
Bad4YourGood: I've been doing my homework. Found a nice cache of files on you...
Bad4YourGood: From what I understand of it, they fear you have this potential to far greater an extent than most humans. I'm still working on why they think that. (I'm translating from Navajo, after all.)
BurnedBeyondRec: You read Navajo?
Bad4YourGood: I'm learning. Thanks to your boss and the oral tradition of the people (and the fact that it's a rather small community, though widespread), every Navajo in five states knows the name Alex Krycek and that he shouldn't be trusted. So it's been a bitch getting anybody to translate for me.
Bad4YourGood: I'm paying a George Washington graduate student's loans off for him to get this done. And I only send the words I can't figure out for myself. So that I don't have to just kill him when he's done.
BurnedBeyondRec: You're a prince.
Bad4YourGood: His words of the day are quite interesting, Mulder. Wanna hear?
BurnedBeyondRec: Why, yes, Krycek.
Bad4YourGood: Africa
Bad4YourGood: Ship
Bad4YourGood: and Prophecy
Bad4YourGood: All connected with you somehow.
BurnedBeyondRec: That's not much to go on.
Bad4YourGood: Well, maybe not without what I've gotten in the last week along with it.
BurnedBeyondRec: Cocktease.
Bad4YourGood: I don't have all the pieces, but I gotta go with my gut on this one, Mulder. I think this says you're The One.
BurnedBeyondRec: The One what?
Bad4YourGood: I think the reason they fear you...so much they won't even kill you...is because if you're activated (and it seems probable that you are prophesied to be), you'll be powerful enough to end the Project, stop colonization, and essentially restore sovereignty to the entire human race.
Bad4YourGood: Howdya like *them* apples?
BurnedBeyondRec: Bet you're sorry you were mean to me, now.
Bad4YourGood: You have the kind of power that would make revenge a pretty terrifying thought, yeah. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little afraid.
BurnedBeyondRec: Oh yeah?
Bad4YourGood: Of course.
Bad4YourGood: I still want to see you realize it, though.
BurnedBeyondRec: To save the world?
Bad4YourGood: Yes. And if you need to destroy me with it...I can't exactly blame you. (But you won't get your blow job.)
BurnedBeyondRec: I imagine with power like this I can get a blowjob from just about anyone I want, eventually.
Bad4YourGood: Is that your evil plan? Fellatio?
BurnedBeyondRec: Maybe one small part of it...hey, it's been awhile.
Bad4YourGood: ::shrug:: I respect a man who values the needs of his cock.
Bad4YourGood: So you'll destroy me, then.
BurnedBeyondRec: Is that a question, or a resigned statement.
Bad4YourGood: I guess it's a question for now.
BurnedBeyondRec: I'm feeling merciful at the moment...
Bad4YourGood: You seem more the type to destroy from a place of complete and utter lack of faith in anything. Rather than taking undeniable proof of everything, finally, and just turning both barrels on demons that can't even hurt you anymore. And they won't be able to. I won't be able to. Even if I wanted to.
BurnedBeyondRec: You *won't* be able to, but you are, now.
BurnedBeyondRec: Ahhhh...I see.
BurnedBeyondRec: This is where you get on your knees to me, huh? To avert my wrath.
Bad4YourGood: No.
Bad4YourGood: This is where I stand. With you. This is where we fight together. I'll be on my knees once we win.
BurnedBeyondRec: That's what you think.
Bad4YourGood: Hey, you want a little deposit before the Big Bang, I'm game. I just want you to know what my motivations are. And they have far more to do with my own cock than fear of your wrath, Mulder.
BurnedBeyondRec: So you *want* to be on your knees to me.
Bad4YourGood: Oh my god, DUH MULDER.
BurnedBeyondRec: LOL
Bad4YourGood: How can you have been so unaware of that? I guess all the lies, manipulation, and betrayal, huh. All right. See your point. But it doesn't make it any less true that I want to be permanently suctioned onto your dick if at all possible.
BurnedBeyondRec: LOL
Bad4YourGood: I've got a bone for you, Mulder. Sue me.
BurnedBeyondRec: So. You've spilled now. Right? I mean...is there anything *else* you need to tell me??
Bad4YourGood: I think that's it.
BurnedBeyondRec: Good. Well. So all you want other than to spill for me is for me to stop trying to kill the cigarette man.
Bad4YourGood: Yes. And for you to cut contact with any other source besides me. And your geek friends. They're cool.
BurnedBeyondRec: What about the rats that sicced you on me in the first place? They're just gonna go elsewhere to find someone else when they see the job isn't done...
Bad4YourGood: Don't worry about them, Mulder. I've got them.
BurnedBeyondRec: So now I've got *you* as a bodyguard.
Bad4YourGood: ::shrug:: Too Kevin Costner for you? I assure you, I'm better at accents...
BurnedBeyondRec: No doubt.
Bad4YourGood: If you're worried about rats clawing at you from all angles, you won't be able to do your job.
Bad4YourGood: It's *my* job to rend the rats. It's my karma.
BurnedBeyondRec: You're going to kill them?
Bad4YourGood: They'll kill each other. I won't have to lift a finger. All I have to do is watch your back.
BurnedBeyondRec: And my ass.
Bad4YourGood: Nice work if you can get it...
BurnedBeyondRec: Better than what you've been doing?
Bad4YourGood: Exponentially. Scratch that. Because extreme multiples of shit is just more shit.
Bad4YourGood: Different ball game. Different sport. Going from football to...archery. Water ballet. Dressage. Strip poker.
Bad4YourGood: It's not a sport at all.
Bad4YourGood: It's...a reckoning.
BurnedBeyondRec: 1. Reckoning: A settlement of accounts: a day of reckoning.
Bad4YourGood: I owe you. Yeah. And I owe myself. Since this is the big lifetime and all... Maybe if I do this right, I won't devolve into a flea that bites your ankles in the new world.
BurnedBeyondRec: And you *so* would, wouldn't you. Bite me, that is.
Bad4YourGood: Actually, I think flea/ankle-biter is a step or two up from where I've been, Mulder.
Bad4YourGood: And I'm sorry.
Bad4YourGood: I know that doesn't quite cut it. Does it?
BurnedBeyondRec: No.
Bad4YourGood: I know.
Bad4YourGood: You can see why I can't just run now, right?
BurnedBeyondRec: Run? From me, you mean?
Bad4YourGood: Yes.
Bad4YourGood: From what I have to do.
BurnedBeyondRec: Because when I become Super-Mulder I'll hunt you down? Or because you want to be a part of the salvation of the world?
Bad4YourGood: It's not fear, Mulder. It's Truth.
Bad4YourGood: The truth of me is better than I've ever shown you or myself. If I don't do this, it's the ultimate lie and unforgivable.
Bad4YourGood: This is my part.
BurnedBeyondRec: To keep me safe.
BurnedBeyondRec: Or at least...alive.
Bad4YourGood: To keep you safe. To take back the sovereignty I helped steal. To suck your cock. To devote myself to healing what I ripped to shreds.
Bad4YourGood: Did I mention, to suck your cock?
BurnedBeyondRec: I believe so.
BurnedBeyondRec: So I'm just supposed to go back to work now, like a good little boy?
Bad4YourGood: Back to that pit of vipers? Are you kidding me?
BurnedBeyondRec: So...what, then?
Bad4YourGood: Wanna go to Africa with me, Mulder?
BurnedBeyondRec: Africa. Ship. Prophecy.
Bad4YourGood: Right.
BurnedBeyondRec: You think you know where this ship is?
Bad4YourGood: I know more by the hour.
BurnedBeyondRec: Must be a good little grad student you got there.
BurnedBeyondRec: You know, I have friends in the Navajo Nation.
Bad4YourGood: That would be a real help, Mulder. >:o ;-)
BurnedBeyondRec: One of them's an actual code-talker.
Bad4YourGood: Albert Hosteen. He won't take my calls. Wonder why.
BurnedBeyondRec: Oh you little shit, you just know everything, don't you. Yeah, he'd sooner have an eagle shit on you as look at *you*, Krycek.
Bad4YourGood: LOL!
BurnedBeyondRec: But he trusts me implicitly.
BurnedBeyondRec: And I trust him.
BurnedBeyondRec: So even *if* I show up with you in tow, he'll help me. Once he examines my head for signs of trauma.
Bad4YourGood: I can give you what I have. At least part of it. I'm not stupid. Have you eaten today? I know a good diner...
BurnedBeyondRec: Part of it?? You'll give me everything you've got, Krycek.
BurnedBeyondRec: If I suspect for one minute you're holding out on me the closest you'll get to sucking my cock is licking the dirt off your mouth when I kick your teeth in.
Bad4YourGood: ::sigh:: All right.
Bad4YourGood: Do I still get to go to Africa?
BurnedBeyondRec: Why not? I need some brawn to back up my brains...
BurnedBeyondRec: And...diner? So you know where I am. And you're in town.
Bad4YourGood: Yes. Your oh-so-kind sources, Mulder.
BurnedBeyondRec: Ah. Yes. I suppose that kind of information is shared with the assassin when one takes out a hit.
BurnedBeyondRec: So. What diner?
Bad4YourGood: I stayed here a few years ago. There's a little place called Fred's on Main Street. Meet me there?
Bad4YourGood: Great patty melts and malts.
BurnedBeyondRec: Sure. Why not? You're buying, though.
Bad4YourGood: Naturally.
Bad4YourGood: What time.
BurnedBeyondRec: Thirty minutes. I need to shower.
Bad4YourGood: You're on.
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