A key works the lock. Light slices the darkness and when his
shadow's made it through the doorway you ram him shoulder first. Mulder
goes down in a heap.
"You're losing it, Mulder."
Or is it you? Everything's going to hell and look whose doorstep you've
shown up on.
You wait for his rejoinder, his half of the 'Mulder's fists/your mind
games' secret handshake. But time's a wasting. You lay it out: colonists
and rebels, civil war, dinosaurs. Resist or serve.
Your heart catches, then pounds. He stares, trying to figure you. Or
Everything hinges on him now, but words won't make him see. Too much to
say--maybe unexplainable--and time's a thief on the make.
You lean forward, puzzled. His cheek is warm, the gun heavy as it
dangles from your finger. Inside, you're shaking.
If only it had been different, the two of you riding the same horse.
Archive: Yes, but please keep my headers attached and let me know where
Spoilers: The Red and the Black
Classification: Vignette, 155 words
Summary: The encounter in Mulder's apartment from Krycek's point of view
Disclaimer: The X-Files characters are the creations of Chris Carter and
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