TITLE: It's Life: All I Am For You
AUTHOR: Ladyhawk
EMAIL ADDRESS: funger1@hofstra.edu
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anywhere, just tell me
SPOILER WARNING: Up to One Son and Arcadia
CLASSIFICATION: V, A, R
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT WARNING: Alternate Universe
SUMMARY: Mulder learns about family life.
DISCLAIMER:  CC owns them all

REALITY DISCLAIMER: No, I don't know if disabled people can be hired by
the FBI as field agents. I've never tried to apply. I highly doubt it
though, we would be too much of a liability to them. (And if you haven't
picked up the implied statement: Yes, I am disabled too.)
LH


Author's notes: Krycek giving marriage advice? Hey, it is an AU :) This
one ran away from me :) Let me know what you think. I didn't get much
feedback on Commitment 3. Feedback welcome at funger1@hofstra.edu

It's Life: All I Am For You
by Ladyhawk (funger1@hofstra.edu)

I didn't think I could ever be happy until I married Scully. Now, I
actually feel like a normal human being. My disability and my work all
of a sudden fit into my life comfortably, rather than taking it over.
She normalizes it all, just by being herself. I'vve never felt so
accepted, or wanted, by anybody else.

I look at Scully lying next to me in the Saturday morning sunlight. It's
hard to believe she isn't an illusion. I keep thinking that any second,
she will just disappear from our bed. But when I reach out to touch her
arm, she opens her eyes and smiles at me.

"Morning, Mulder." She stretches and reaches to hold me.  I kiss the top
of her head and settle down to bask in her presence a while longer.

But she has other ideas. Her mouth touches my chest, causing a small
spark in me. I laugh lightly as I look down at her. "Do you want
something, Scully?"

"You just stay there. I can find it myself." She smiles up at me
playfully. Then she moves her hands to my abdomen and lower. I let out a
soft moan as one hand finds its goal. I grasp her head and bring it to
mine for a hungry kiss. We roll together until her legs settle on either
side of my hips. Since we sleep without clothes, there are no barriers
to our caresses.

"Hmmmmm. This is a wonderful way to wake up." Scully lowers herself onto
me slowly. I can barely nod my head in agreement before bliss overwhelms
me. We move in a harmony I thought only occured in novels.

Our climax is gentle, like the morning sun coming through our bedroom
window. I wrap her in my arms as she collapses onto me. Contentment
weighs my limbs as I hold her to me.

We must've fallen asleep that way, because the next thing I know, the
phone is ringing. I try not to disturb Scully as I reach for the phone,
but I see her eyes pop open as I grab the receiver.

"Mulder."

"Agent Mulder, It's AD Skinner. I hate to disturb you and Scully on a
weekend, but there is an urgent case I'd like you to take on." He sounds
a bit harried. This must be a rough one.

I mouth 'Skinner' to Scully as she looks at me questioningly. Then I
return my attention to the phone. "Is it an X-file?"

"It's a hostage situation. The captor claims to be an alien. He wants to
see the two of you."

"What's so important?" There's probably nutcases like him chased by the
Bureau every day.

"He has the Director's daughter."

Oh God. We don't dare screw up this one. It could cost us everything.

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We get to the office building in Arlington within an hour to find a
whole team assembled there. And all the agents within glare at us as we
arrive.

Only the one in charge seems to have any respect for us. He is a tall,
dark-haired man with glasses. And his manner just exudes calmness. A
good man to have at a hostage situation. But there's something about him
that I just don't like. But I try to clamp down on my instincts as he
comes over to us. His eyes examine us carefully. "Agent Mulder, Agent
Scully. Thank you for coming. I'm Michael Gordon, the SAC."

He shakes Scully's hand, then looks awkwardly at me. After about thirty
seconds, he gestures me into a chair and takes my canes before putting
out his hand for me to shake. He looks questioningly at Scully, as if
for approval. I hide my anger behind the hand rubbing my face, but
Scully sees this and puts her hand on my shoulder.

Gordon watches us carefully for a moment. Then he becomes all business.

"The man's name is Gerald Staff. He is a researcher for the chemical
company housed in this building, but he actually works in the plant
about 5 miles from here. From what I heard, he came here to complain
about conditions in the plant when he snapped."

"What made him snap?" Scully asks the question as I point to the open
file on the desk in front of me. We both browse through the papers
contained within.

"According to the office staff, it was seeing that man over there." He
points to the far corner of the room. I look up from the file to follow
his finger. I don't believe what I'm seeing. A very familiar set of
green eyes stares back at me.

"Krycek."  I mutter the name in a low voice as I turn my head and watch
Scully's eyes widen. This revelation makes the whole situation that much
more. . .interesting. What could the rat want with Staff, or this
company?

Krycek walks over to us and nods at SAC Gordon. "Mulder, can I talk to
you?"

Gordon looks suspicious. "You know him, Agent Mulder?"

Krycek answers before I can say a word. "I used to work for the FBI,
with Agent Mulder."

I glare at him angrily, but instinct makes me nod my head and keep my
mouth shut. He pulls up a chair to sit on as Scully looks at me with a
raised eyebrow. I wave her away.

I nod at Scully as she walks away with Gordon. Then I turn to Krycek.
"What do you want?"

"Just to give you some information. I don't know if Staff is really an
alien, but the old man has had his eye on him for awhile. He could be an
alien, or working for them. But you'd better be careful." He reaches
into his coat pocket. "Here, in case you need it." He holds out his
hand, which contains a small piece of metal. An alien knife. I palm it
and nod.

Krycek is too cooperative. He better not be up to something. "You better
not interefere with us."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He smiles and walks away before I can ask him
what he's doing here anyway.

I watch Gordon and Scully talking in the corner for a minute as Krycek
leaves me. Her smile lights up her whole face as she replies to him
about something. Then she meets my eye and walks over. "Krycek actually
went legit, according to the president of the company. He's a delivery
person for the overseas operation."

"So what about this Staff? What are you doing with him?"

"We're calling him again now. Listen." Gordon hands me a set of
headphones. I focus on Scully's eyes as I listen.

"Mr. Staff? Gerald?" One of the lower agents starts the call.

"Yeah? Where is Agent Mulder?"

"He's on his way Gerald. Why do you want to see him?"

"So he can protect me. They are after me. I don't want to die!" The man
sounds panicked, paranoid.

"You won't die, Gerald. Just give us the hostages and we'll make sure
you're protected."

"Not you. Mulder!"

I look toward Gordon, who shakes his head. They want to prepare me more
before I speak to Staff, I guess. I nod and take the headphones off.

Gordon starts speaking when I look up at him again. "Staff started
spouting that he was an alien almost as soon as he saw Alex. Then he ran
into that store and drew a gun and called back here to have the company
send for you." He points to the little convenience store across the
street. I can see a shadowy figure standing in the doorway.

"He has to FBI Director's 20 year old daughter right next to him. He
must know who she is because he won't let her far from his side."

"You can't get snipers in?" I lean back in the chair and watch as Gordon
puts his hands on my wife's shoulders.

"No, Agent Scully. We're afraid we'll hit the girl. We want a clean
shot, but can't get it. He keeps moving around with her." Scully brushes
off his hands and stands next to my chair. Gordon smiles weakly at her
move.

"We just want you to talk him out into the open, Agent Mulder. We'll
take care of the rest." He rests his hands on the desk. I get the
distinct feeling he is trying to flirt with Scully. He keeps gazing at
her and giving her small smiles.

I turn to Scully and try to ignore the SAC's advances. "We need to
question Krycek more thouroughly. He may be the key to getting Gerald
out of there." I turn back to Gordon. "You're not just going to kill
him, are you?" I'm worried that if this man is an alien, shooting him
could be disastrous for all involved.

"We want him alive, if possible. But I won't risk the lives of the
hostages just to keep him alive." he stares at me steadily for a minute
then turns to talk to one of his agents. I motion Krycek over to us.

"Do you know anything more about Staff?" Scully circles around Krycek,
examining him for weapons, I suppose.

"No more than anyone else, other than knowing the old man had him
watched. I talked to some of the guys who worked with him. He is rather
unremarkable."

"Why are you even here, Krycek?" I figured he'd be on his way to
wherever the smoking man went with my ex-wife.

Krycek bends down so he's face to face with me. "This is a legitimate
company, but it also works with the Consortium. I wanted to find out
what the surviving members plan to do next without making myself too
obvious." He looks up at Scully. "I can help you get Staff. I'd like to
question him about his involvement in all of it."

"Why should we trust you?"  Scully glares at him.

"Because I can help you. And if I do, we can possibly figure out what's
going on."  His eyes pierce mine as he stands up. "How do you want to do
this?"

"Let me handle this. I'll give you your chance to question him when we
get him." Krycek nods. He must think I'm good enough for the job this
time.

Gordon approaches us again. "Agent Scully, come this way. I'd like you
to review the previous transcripts while we get Agent Mulder set up." He
pulls her away from us and I see Krycek glance at my hand.

His brow rises in a question as he nods toward Scully's retreating back.

"Yes."

"About time. But watch out for your SAC there. He's got ideas for her."
He sits on the desk as if we are old buddies, just talking.

And for once, I trust him more than the people around me. The devil you
know. . .

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Two hours later, we haven't made much progress with the hostage
situation. But Gordon is starting to really get on my nerves. He's
always around Scully, touching her and whispering in her ear. Scully
keeps backing away from him, but he doesn't seem to get the hint.

I look on in horror as Gordon slips his hand underneath Scully's blouse.
A whisper in my ear starles me.

"Help her. You have the right to now."

"But--" I turn to Krycek questioningly. Scully's always so independent.
I have learned not to interfere unless asked.

"She's a strong woman, but I think she's trying to be nice to him to
protect you. Your reputation precedes you once again. But it looks to me
like he's gone too far. Help her." Krycek pats my shoulder as I nod and
grab my canes. Here goes nothing.

"Gordon! We have a hostage situation here. I think my partner would be
better off helping the case than being harrassed by you."

"Get away, Mulder. She can take care of herself. You couldn't satisfy
her anyway. She needs a whole man." God, what a lunatic. Then I realize
something. . .I believe Scully. I am what she wants. I don't know when I
actually started believing that without questioning.

I watch Scully see red and grab for her gun. So I drop the bomb before
she does something we will all regret.

"Get your hands off her. She's my wife!" My statement shocks Gordon
enough to let Scully go. I grab her hand and pull her to me as the cane
falls off my arm.

"Stop trying to protect me like that. I don't want you getting hurt on
my account." I glare at Gordon, who appears to be coming at me in a
fighting stance. I reach for my gun and push Scully behind me. What is
this lunatic doing? Doesn't he know I'm not as weak as I look?

Just then the back door opens and in steps. . .Skinner. "Agent Mulder,
Agent Scully, I heard there was a problem here." I blink as he comes
near us with a grimace.

"I can handle it, sir. He just needs to be told about it." I turn back
to Gordon, preparing to defend my new family.

"Agent Mulder is being too kind to the man. He deserves to be shot for
what he's done. And during an investigation. I am sorry to have
disturbed you, Sir. I know the Agents were trying to keep the
investigation's status quo. But Gordon's actions were disturbing all of
the staff." I look at Krycek incredulously.  I am speechless.

Skinner nods. "Gordon--"

Just then Gordon strikes at me. Instinctively, I lash out at him with my
cane. Surprisingly, I stay upright long enough to knock him down and
send his knife clattering across the room before Scully has to grab my
arm to help me balance.

Skinner hauls him up as I collect myself. "What were you thinking
Gordon? That Mulder can't defend himself or his wife? He's an agent, for
God's sake. And one of my best at that."

Skinner drags Gordon to the back of the room and nods at me. "Continue
with the negotiations, Mulder."

I settle back in the desk chair and pick up the headphones. The other
agents look at me with a new respect as I lead them.

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It turns out that Staff isn't an alien. He's one of the Consortium's
pawns. He was actually afraid that Krycek was one of the aliens, come to
burn him.

Once we convinced Staff that Krycek meant him no harm, he was easily
taken, and the hostages released to their families. The Director's
daughter barely suffered a scratch.

Once we have Staff in custody, I turn to Krycek. "You must think I'm
weak. I don't even defend Scully. . ."

"Knock it off Mulder. I think you are a good agent. And you let Scully
be your partner instead of your underling. But she's your wife now. That
changes things. You two will have to work it out."  He smiles at Scully.

"You take good care of him. I already see that he can take good care of
you." And with that, he slips out the door.

Scully leans into my arms once he's gone. "Thanks."

"You're part of me, Scully. How could I not protect you?" I hold her to
me as I drop my canes. We hold each other up as the other agents move
around us.

But we ignore them. The outside world isn't as important as the one in
my arms.

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