Title:  Revelations 1/?
Author:  Kindli
Fandom: X-Files/Highlander
Pairing: Mulder/Krycek (slash)
Rating:  NC-17
Status:  Incomplete
Disclaimers: X-Files belongs to 1013, Fox, and Chris Carter.  Highlander 
belongs to Panzer/Davis Productions. No profit is being made from this piece 
of fiction.
Archive:  Just let me know, it's not like I'm going to say no.
Feedback:  Yes please.  kindli27@hotmail.com
Notes & Summary (of sorts):Ok, here goes.  This is just a senseless bit of 
something that I came up with while on the plane to England.  It might or 
might not make sense.  It takes place in the "Manipulations of the Heart' 
world (which you may or may not have read before- a summary for those that 
have not read it--  Mulder was in an abusive relationship with Professor 
Grysher (an immortal) in Oxford, and after the man's death, he worked under 
the WMM for awhile, so he's not exactly as innocent to the ways of the 
Consortium as he appears to be.  Remember this or the story will make even 
less sense than it already does.  Anyway, it's pretty tame but let me know 
what you think.
Another important tidbit, I decided to make Mulder immortal in this story--  
Oh, and Mariah is his sister's clone.

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                             Revelations
                               *******

Mulder stepped into the dimly lit restaurant and scanned the boothes until 
he saw his expected contact and walked to the small corner table.
Sliding into the chair across from her he watched her expression carefully.  
"So what's going on?"

Indicating silence, Mariah smiled as a waitress approached.

The stereo-typical waitress stood before them chewing gum.  "So what'll ya 
have?"  She popped a bubble.

"Coffee."  More concerned with his friend, Mulder hardly glanced at the 
waitress.  Once the woman brought the requested coffee and had left, Mariah 
spoke.

"We may have an antidote, Fox.  Dorcas and I have been testing it for over a 
year, we think we might have it... but we need a test subject, preferrably 
one that can handle the consequences if it fails."  Her voice was soft and 
held a hint of apology.

Knowing it would be pointless, Fox didn't bother arguing.  "When?"

"I have a hotel room prepared for tonight."  To stop him from standing she 
placed a hand on his arm.  "Not yet... finish your coffee.  So how have you 
been?"  She engaged him in small talk, letting him relax as he began talking 
about his most recent case.

After about a half hour of this drabble, Fox set down his cup and stood up.  
Mariah nodded and followed him outside.  They took a cab to the hotel and 
she led him to the room.

Without a word spoken, the FBI agent removed is jacket and shirt, allowing 
her to prep his arm and hardly flinching when she injected him with the 
murky looking contents of a needle.  She led him to the bed and he 
immediately lifted his arms so she could lock them into the padded cuffs 
attached to the bedposts.  He glanced nervously at the IV sitting next to 
the bed.  At the moment there was no bag attached, but he knew by now that 
the oil would be administered to him through it.

Watching Mariah set the timer, Fox broke the silence.  "So, have you enjoyed 
the last year?  Kadia has a lot of respect for Dorcas, she said that if 
anyone could find an antidote, it would be her.  She thought you would have 
a lot in common with her, too."

"Oh yes.  It's been wonderful.  She's learned so much in her lifetime, and 
never gets impatient with my questions.  We work together really well.  Once 
she got past her disbelief in what we were working with, she was all for the 
studies.  She calls it a virus, refusing to acknowledge it for what it is, 
but she accepts it.  I love working with her, she lets me do what I'm good 
at, and she deals with the rest of it."  Mariah spoke animately, leaving no 
room for doubts in Mulder's mind.

Head on the pillow, Fox turned his head to look at her. "Have I ever met 
her?"

Mariah shook her head.  "I don't think so.  I talk about you quite often, 
and she's never heard of you."

Accepting this without expression, he asked another question.  "Have you 
been in England all this time, or Russia?  Kadia mentioned something about 
wanting to be close to the source.  She said that since that debacle with 
the pouch two years ago, you haven't wanted to take any chances."

"Russia.  I still can't believe you let that asshole lead you around like 
you did.  You already knew what was in the pouch, you knew what the rock was 
all about, yet you allowed him to screw up everything.  And as for Scully 
allowing those morons to do tests on the rock, what was up with that?"  She 
glared at him, waiting to hear what he'd say.

"They were getting suspicious.  I was following up on a bomb threat, 
something that had absolutely nothing to do with the X-Files--"

Interrupting him, Mariah took the opportunity to remind him, "You didn't 
have to.."

"The receipts were being sent directly to me.  It was obviously meant for 
me.  There was no guarantee the information would continue to be delivered 
if I turned to case over to someone else.  We were dealing with human life 
here, Mariah.  I couldn't just ignore it because it wasn't a part of the 
plan.  Besides, things were pretty quiet and I was getting bored.  It's not 
like I knew it was Krycek sending me the receipts."

"It's not like you had any contact with Charles at the time.  If you'd 
bothered to get in touch with him, he could have told you the man was 
involved in a militia group.  Besides, that's not what I'm going on about.  
I'm annoyed because you let that rock get in the hands of lay people."  
Mariah argued vehemently, pacing the small room.

Mulder rolled his eyes.  "If you would be good enough to recall, the customs 
officials were infected with the actual oil before the rock even appeared.  
If Scully and I didn't investigate, that in itself would have been very 
suspicious.  We push buttons, remember?  That's what the X-Files is all 
about.  And Krycek is a huge part of the plans, whether you acknowledge that 
or not.  He could cause irreparable damage if I didn't do what he planned.  
He'd have to find another way to do what he wanted, whatever that was... 
better to be there along for the ride than in the dark.  At least knowing 
what was going on, we could fix things.  It became a minor setback, instead 
of a major one."

"People died, Fox.  They died, because they had no idea what they were 
getting involved in."

Shrugging, Mulder sounded disinterested.  "If we hadn't allowed it to happen 
as it did, the results wouldn't have been contained.  Making it public as we 
did, the Consortium was able to get involved and conceal it.  Knowing how 
frightening it was, the scientists that were in on it were more than happy 
to turn it over to the shadowy powers that be and wash their hands of it."

Before Mariah could argue again with him again, the timer went off and they 
both turned to stare at it.

"You ready?"

Mulder nodded, his eyes fixed on her movements.

Walking to a cooler sitting incongrously in the corner of the room, Mariah 
pulled out a canister and attached a tube to the lid- she began the tedious 
process necessary of transferring the independent thinking oil to the IV 
bag, ensuring it didn't have the opportunity of escaping and infecting her 
instead of him, the test subject.  Once there was sufficient oil in the bag, 
she removed the tube from the canister's suction lid and recapped it.  
Placing the tube in a dish of alcohol she quickly lit a match and Mulder 
watched her expression, as she watched it burn, a glint of satisfaction in 
her eyes as it fizzled into black ash.  He cleared his throat, reminding her 
of her mission, and she hurriedly wheeled the IV to the bed and attached 
another tube to the bag, and directed the flow to just above his head.

Closing his eyes tightly as the oil like substance dripped onto his face, 
Mulder whimpered softly when it began crawling into his eyes, nose and 
between his lips.  It was quick though, and the sensation of being possessed 
was short lived.  After a very short struggle, he lost consciousness and 
went into a coma.

Meanwhile--

Mariah watched without expression, recording the time and reactions on a 
notepad and into a tape recorder.  He remained in the comatose state for 
over 20 minutes as she kept notes of his blood pressure and heart rate- 
needing to make sure he was still alive before the thing was rejected.

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Finally, almost a half hour later, the oil began trickling out of his nose 
and mouth.  Unable to escape its death, it dried almost instantly as the air 
touched it.

Coughing, Mulder gasped for breath as he forced his eyes open.  "How long 
did it take?"

She glanced up from her notes and to her watch.  "Over a half hour."

"Good.  Now the question is, will it work after infection?"

She shrugged and opened the bedside drawer to pull out a gun.  "Only one way 
to find out."

"Silencer's help, Mariah.  We're in a public hotel here."  Mulder flinched 
away, knowing that death would clean his system of oil and antidote, but at 
the moment he was too wound up to deal with dieing.

Halting in mid-aim, Mariah stared at him and then at the gun in 
consternation.

"Don't worry about it.  I have the entire week off.  Skinner wants to give 
the 'big guys' a chance to cool off after my last.. case.  We can do this 
tomorrow night,"  Mulder assured her.

Relieved, she lowered the gun and put it away before reaching for the 
handcuffs.

Upon his release, Mudler stood on shaking legs and made his way to the 
bathroom.

                          Chapter
                           *****

Sometime later, he came out, hair still damp from his shower, pants on but 
chest bare.  "Your turn."  He nudged her toward the small room.  "We're 
going out."

Obediantly- though confused, Mariah went to take her shower.  When she came 
out, Mulder was dressed, hair dry and brushed, and he waited for her 
impatiently.

"I don't have clothes for a night out."

"Don't need any, there's a little store I know of.  We'll go there."  He led 
the way to her car and allowed her to drive-- even though she didn't know 
where they were going.  He knew Mariah wouldn't protest, because she 
understood how testy he could get when he felt trapped.  He still felt the 
antidote flowing through his system and knew from experience that it would 
be a few hours before it was rejected by his immortal body.

Mariah interrupted his musings with a softly spoken queary.  "Where are we 
going?"

"Shopping.  After that, we'll visit a little club I used to frequent quite 
often with Cory."  Mulder pulled into the sparcely occupied parking lot of 
the specialty store.

As he led the way to the dressing room- grabbing clothing from the racks, 
seemingly haphazard in his choices as they walked to the back.  He was 
delighted to hear Mariah giggle in shocked delight as she watched him with 
wide brown eyes.  He was glad he could make her smile again.

They hadn't had such fun together since before he'd joined the FBI.  When he 
decided to join Quantico, she became a scientist, wanting to find a way to 
kill the 'black cancer'.  She devoted her life to it- not taking the time to 
enjoy her youth.  And he couldn't visit her since it was quickly decided 
that if Mulder wanted to truly integrate himself as a clueless, but 
intuitive pest, he couldn't be seen with anyone even remotely interesting to 
the Consortium.  A Samantha clone would gather more than a little notice.  
This was the third time in over 10 years that they had been together in 
public.

"Here, try this stuff on."  He handed her an armload of clothing and as she 
entered the only changing stall, he chose some stuff for himself.

Mariah allowed him to see how she looked in each ensemble until he finally 
nodded decisively.  "Needs boots.  Try these."  She obeyed and he grinned 
with satisfaction.  "Perfect."

                               Chapter
                                *****

They were only a few blocks from the club when they had to stop for a red 
light and Mulder tood the opportunity to reach over and clasp the remaining 
piece of to the outfit around Mariah's neck.  Then he clasped his own.

As they approached the door of the club, the bouncer recognized him.  "Hey 
Foxy-- no time no see."

Mariah's eyes widened when Mulder didn't even flinch- he just shrugged.  
"Work talkes up all my time these days, LZ."

"Sucks.  Who's the girl?"

"My little sister."  Mulder didn't even blink as lied.

"Cute.  Go on in."  He opened the door and watched as the two leather clad 
beauties walked in.

Mariah stepped closer to her 'big brother' and whispered in his ear in 
amazement.  "Foxy?!"

Taking her arm, Fox grinned and led her to the bar.  He sensed a couple of 
men approaching them and decided to let them follow, rather than let it look 
like they were desperate and actually wait for them to reach them.

He ordered two drinks and watched with amusement as two of the men 
practically came to blows, trying to determine who Mariah would dance with.

Mariah looked quite fetching in the all black leather tie-up halter top and 
knee-high skirt with boots that reached just below her knees, covering the 
entirety of her legs while leaving no doubt as to their shape.  The narrow 
collar around her neck was the perfect touch.

Of course he was dressed just as provocatively- in skin tight leather pants 
and a black silk shirt, with his own collar around his neck.

He watched her reactions to the attentions with a small smile, knowing she 
didn't get out much without himself and Cory to drag her away from the labs. 
  Most of their life was now occupied with the preparations for fighting the 
colonization, but Cory had taught him long ago not to let life be all work 
and no play.  Of course the fact that he usually took a lot of side trips 
almost all the time had to do with the fact that he had no fear of 
punishment.  Scully let him get away with just about everything.

"Fox?"  A soft voice husked into his ear.

Mulder turned to see a young man- blond and gorgeous standing behind him.  
"Hello Hans."  He couldn't stop the grin from appearing.

Hans, the typical German top stared at him- his eyes showing shock.  
Finally, he growled between clenched teeth.  "What are you doing here?"

"Having some fun.  I'm on forced leave- they have no say over what they 
don't know.  Come on Hans- how 'bout it."  He offered his body, spreading 
his legs a little wider, knowing the man was trying to figure out what the 
hell was going on.  He was one of Cory's friends, and very familiar with the 
old Fox.  Cory had insisted he be one of the first they told, when it was 
decided he would be going into the FBI as a clueless young agent.  Mainly 
because he had been one of Mulder's contacts when he worked with the WMM- 
and was capable of exposing Fox for who he was if unaware of the dangers.

The blonde-haired man's eyes widened just a little.  "You realize this is 
club is popular with the goons of the Consortium, you haven't switched sides 
suddenly, have you?"

Fox shook his head.  "Me?  No, not this time.  Besides, it's not like I'm 
going to recognize any of these guys- even if they do recognize me.  I'm 
clueless, remember?"  He grinned again, looking ridiculous as he fluttered 
his eyelashes.

After a long minute, Hans sighed and placed his hand onto Mulder's hip- 
directing him to stand up and led him to the dance floor.  "If you get 
yourself killed, you've only got yourself to blame.  Who's the girl, 
anyway?"  He changed the subject.

"Friend from Oxford.  She's just visiting, so I thought I'd show her how the 
other half lives."

"What?  You mean this isn't her natural environ?"  Hans sounded surprised.

Following the blonde man's eyes to his 'sister, Fox saw her getting very 
friendly towards the man with whom she was dancing.  He smiled fondly.  "She 
just doesn't get out that often.  It doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself 
when she does."

"Especially with you around, just waiting to teach her, right?"

Instead of replying, Fox rubbed himself up against the man.  Finally, he 
suggested into the ear on which he was nibbling, "Let's take this 
downstairs."

Pleased to see how obvious it was that Hans was interested in him as he led 
the way to the stairwell, he stayed glued to the other man's side.

"Excuse me."  A familiar voice suddenly rasped into Mulder's ear, and he 
turned slowly.  Through half closed eyes, he looked at the speaker.

Hans grunted, not really saying anything.

"Get lost, buddy.  He's mine."  Krycek sounded furious as he growled through 
his teeth at the man.  His eyes were practically black with emotion.

Fox stiffened for a mere second, before he relaxed back into Hans' embrace.  
He decided to play this out and see where it led.  "Looks like you've got a 
rat problem.  Have you considered cats?  They're easily maintained keep the 
pest population to a minimum."  He offered his opinion while glaring at his 
nemesis/enemy without any real tension in his posture.  He stood before the 
rat-bastard that looked just like his on-again/off-again lover, but had 
killed his father.

"You sure about that?"  Hans smirked at the young man.

Even as he glared at Fox, Alex replied, "Yeah, I'm sure.  Now get lost."

Bristling with indignation, the agent was about to retort when Hans 
interrupted.  "I've got other things to do anyway.  You let me know if you 
get bored again, huh Fox?"  The blonde hunk moved away from his friend with 
a wink and ignored him when he attempted to argue.

He watched the man walk away and then growled uncharitably.  "What the hell 
are you doing here dressed like that?!  Geez, Mulder.  You're going to get 
yourself killed."

"What- you were worried about me?  You just chased off what was going to be 
a fun date I'll have you know.  You'd better be willing to make this up to 
me."  His lower lip jutted out in his famous pout.  "Besides, what's wrong 
with the way I'm dressed?"

Wrapping two fingers around the collar on Mulder's neck, Krycek pulled him 
to the steps.  "I'll make it up to you alright.  I don't know what's with 
you at times.  It's like you have some sort of suicide wish or something.  
You go off in a snit and then act stupid.  You're looking for excitement, 
I'll give you excitement."  He snarled as he dragged Mulder downstairs to 
the rooms kept specifically for this purpose.  "Do you even know that man?  
What he does to his subs?  Do you really want to find yourself beaten so 
badly you can't even crawl home?

Completely enamored with this 'protective!' Alex, Fox followed him docilely. 
  He decided against letting Alex in on the fact that he did indeed know 
Hans and his proclivaties.  He liked this side of the triple agent.  Well, 
he actually liked being led by the collar the most, but he liked the younger 
man's anger.  "No Alex," he replied as he trotted to keep up.

Krycek pulled open a curtain to an unoccupied roomand then yanked it shut 
behind them.

"A fun date huh?  I'll make it up to you alright."  Angrily, he released 
Mulder and shoved him toward the small cot.  "Strip."

Without argument, Fox began removing his shirt and then moved to his shoes.  
Finally, without embarassment, he removed his pants and stood before the 
young man.  He raised a brow and waited to see where Alex planned to go with 
this.  He was pleased to realize that the time it had taken him to get 
undressed hadn't been enough to cool Krycek's temper.

Alex stood there, eyes still burning with anger- his false arm hanging limp 
at his side, his other holding a belt.  "Get in position.. Fox."  He said 
the name scornfully, intending to punish the man with the very use of it.

Doing as he was told, Fox accepted the blows with hardly a whimper.  But 
Krycek didn't stop until he cried out, and then he threw the belt against 
the wall.  His anger gone now, he noticed the state of arousal Mulder was 
now in.  "You're such a freak, Mulder."

It wasn't until now that Mulder realized how 'vanilla' Krycek must be.  Here 
he was in the mood for a desperately hard fuck and his 'date' couldn't give 
it to him... yet.  If he was going to get what he needed, he'd have to play 
this Krycek's way.  So he turned to the pretty face and caressed the 
irritated features.  Surprisingly enough, he had listened to every word Alex 
had said while hitting him.  He sank to his knees and wrapped his arms 
around Krycek's legs.

tbc...