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<p>Suicide is Candy 3<br>by peja<br><br><br>Rating FRT<br>WArning: Angst<br>Summary: Fandom: XFiles<br>Characters Alex Krycek/Walter Skinner<br>Portrayed by Nick Lea/Mitch Pileggi<br>Summary: Day three, and all is not well
<br>Warning: Angst, AU, preslash, its up to you guys if this story continues to the slash <br>DEdication: This chapter is for Lilithangel<br>PERSONAL NOTE: I am currently *only* updating the WIPs that folks request and answering simple challenges posted to me by the readers. If you have something you'd like me to write you, or a story chapter you'd like to read, email me and let me know
<br><br>Part 3<br><br><br>The rain fell at a punishing rate, soaking anyone unlucky, or ill-prepared enough to have an umbrella to the skin in he blinking of an eye. Skinner, as always uncanny in the ways of the unexpected, was managing to keep a facsimile of protection against nature's onslaught.
<br><br>Still, after standing watch behind the protection of the heavy bushes lining the park borders, Skinner was more than a little drenched, and working on being eternally chilled to the bone.<br><br>He glanced at his watch, and frowned darkly.
<br><br>Krycek was late. <br><br>His dark gaze swept the street, first one way then the other. No sign of Krycek. <br><br>Sighing, he committed to wait five minutes more. <br><br>The time came as went with still no sign of the elusive triple agent.
<br><br>Ten minutes.<br><br>Fifteen.<br><br>Pushing through the cloaking bushes, Skinner grumbled about the insanity of the situation under his breath and ran right into the man we'd been waiting for so very long.<br>
<br>"Skinner?" Krycek croaked, his voice clearly strained by illness.<br><br>"Krycek, you sound horrible."<br><br>Alex gave him a sarcastically mocking glance.<br><br>"You're late." Skinner went on grudgingly.
<br><br>Alex turned to face him. "We have a date I forgot about?"<br><br>"Not to my recollection."<br><br>"Ah," He nodded thoughtfully. "Then you're stalking me." He moved along the path, tossing, "There are laws against that, you know?" over his shoulder.
<br><br><br>"Don't think I'll lose any sleep over it." Skinner said, hurrying to keep pace with the slow moving triple agent. "I wasn't sure you were going to come today. what happened?"<br>
<br>Krycek smirked. "Overslept."<br><br>"Krycek, Spender rang your phone this morning." <br><br>Alex faltered, then pressed forward, the last bit to his bench of choice. He eased down onto the had seat with a sigh of purest bliss.
<br><br>"Did you hear me, Krycek? Spender is looking for you."<br><br>"I heard." Alex pulled out his bad of crumbs and tossed out a handful. The crumbs went soggy before the pigeons could reach them, but hungry birds can't be beggers, and worms weren't any more slimy than the doughy bread.
<br><br>"And...?" Skinner paced before the other man, waving his arms frantically. "You told me you resigned. You said Spender let you go."<br><br>"I said Spender knew I'd left."<br><br>Skinner took a moment to let that sink in before he got up in Krycek's face, "What the hell? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Don't you know...?" Skinner sputtered to a halt. "You are. You want him to send a clean up crew and ....Jesus..."
<br><br>Krycek signed, glancing around, then stuffed the drenched bag of soggy crumbs back into his jacket pocket. "You scared away all the birds." He stood up shakily. <br><br>Skinner caught his forearms, steadying him. "You need to see a doctor."
<br><br>He snorted, shaking Skinner off. "What for?"<br><br>He took two steps, intent on leaving Skinner behind, and fell flat on his face in a dead faint.<br><br>end this part<br></p></font></font>