Life from the Ashes Book 2
Hope and Faithby Jo B.
purplefox@usfamily.netRating: NC-17
M/Sk/K Slash
Disclaimer: The X-Files characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Alex Krycek, Walter Skinner, Jeffrey Spender, CSM, WMM, the Lone Gunmen, Kimberly Cook, Senator Matheson, Bill Scully, the morph etc. are the property Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting. All other characters in the series are mine.
Summary: This is an Alternative Universe Story. It takes place after an alien virus has killed off most of the worlds' females and caused mutations in forty-five percent of the remaining males. This is pure science fiction and fantasy.
Authors Notes: This is the second book in the Life from the Ashes Series "Hope & Faith." You might want to read the first book and the prequel of the series.
I would like to thank my beta-reader Laurie or all her hard work and patience in editing this story, and plot suggestions. I also would like to thank Kiyoko for all her plot suggestions.
Feedback is always welcome; after all, I'm still learning so any constructive suggestions are appreciated.
WARNING! This story contains explicit Sex/Romance between two men. Turn back now, if the subject matter offends you.
WARNING! Rape and Sexual Assault!
Okay to archive, please ask first.
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Chapter 1
Home
Northridge Research Compound
Boulder, Colorado
Thursday, January 7
8:00 p.m."It's pointless to continue, my suggestion is to return these women to their families immediately," Dr. Dean Long advised angrily, they had been going around and around on the subject for the last ten hours.
"There may still be avenues of research that we've overlooked, we will need these ladies for future studies," Dr. Brandon Morsly interjected.
"Dr. Long is right gentlemen. These women are less than useless to our research. Not one of their clones survived more than a few minutes. None of the vaccines can be tested on them because we need a fully functional female . . . not one of these barren women. We don't even have the means to produce a viable female to test the vaccine on! There is no point in holding these women here any longer." Professor Allen Paulson stood up to stretch. The large conference room was hot and stuffy, smelling of body odor from the ten men in the room.
General William Pierce was overseeing the meeting of the brightest scientific and medical minds from the U.S. and Canada researchers assigned to this project. "Gentlemen, I think it's time to adjourn the meeting, I will present your recommendations to Congress," the General stated.
"But, General, we haven't reached an agreement," Dr. Morsly complained.
"I believe you have, Doctor, we've spent the last twelve hours discussing this subject and there seems to be a clear consensus in the room. Now, if there is nothing else."
"Sir, what do you plan on recommending to Congress?"
"Dr. Paulson, I plan to recommend that the women be returned to their families, there is no longer a need to keep them here."
"So, that's it, we're just going to give up?" Dr. Morsly huffed.
"Doctor, this avenue of research has been expended. If there are any developments in the future we will explore them. Until then, there is no point in holding these women any longer. This meeting is adjourned!" the General barked.
There was a sense of defeat in the air as they all quietly filed out of the conference room.
***
Viva Tower - Crystal City
Friday, January 8
3:00 a.m.Walter Skinner lay awake in the comfort of his own bed, listening to the gentle beating of Mulder's heart and his lover's soft breathing. They were in their usual position with the agent's head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around Mulder's back holding him against his chest. Their legs were intertwined and he felt his lover's soft penis nestled against his hip. Bliss.
They had had a long day chatting with the large number of guests that dropped by to welcome them back. Mulder was uncomfortable by the attention; he was always quite introverted around other people. He enjoyed his few close friendships, but shied away from large crowds and parties.
Even the Director stopped by and gave them the remaining week off, but wanted them back bright and early Monday morning. Mulder beamed at that, he wanted to return to work as soon as possible -- he said that it grounded him. Skinner wanted him to take more time off; he didn't feel Mulder had recovered from his experience with Slava. He also wanted Mulder to see a psychiatrist.
Skinner sighed, shifting slightly to bring their bodies closer together. Then he let sleep claim him.
***
Canada
The Scully's Ranch
Friday, January 8
10:00 a.m."Okay, Dana, I want you to concentrate. Try blanking out your mind," Krycek advised her, they had been working on her ability to shield her thoughts. Bill and Charlie picked it up easily, but Charlie's sons and Dana were proving to be difficult.
Krycek didn't want to leave here until he was sure Scully had that ability. He knew Scully's scientific mind was causing the problem. She still had a hard time accepting anything outside of proven science. He would send her the new scientific journals on clairvoyants and sorcerers when he got back to D.C. it should put her mind at ease.
He looked at her -- then smiled happily. "That's it . . . Dana, you've done it . . . I can't read you."
Scully returned his smile. "Now that I know how, it seems so simple."
"You have to remember that this is only a precaution, if a clairvoyant really wanted to he could break through your shield."
"But, it's something. Most of them wouldn't give me a second look dressed like this." Scully pointed out her baggy teenage boy look.
"Dana, don't count on your disguise. You make too cute a teenage boy. There are men and other teenage boys that will find you irresistible, and some on those teenage boys will be entering puberty and may contract the clairvoyant strain of the mutation," Krycek stressed.
"Yeah, sis, he's right. I've already talked to Randy and Trevor, they are not allowed to bring any of their friends over to the ranch," Charlie stated.
"Charlie, do you really think that's necessary? I don't want to get in the way of their childhood."
"Dana, their childhood has already been changed. I won't allow them to go into town or to the mall alone. There are too many of those damn n'thrals around. The government is going to have to do something about them! It's just not safe for our kids to be out unprotected anymore!"
Yeah, Dana, Charlie's right. It scares me, thinking about Matthew growing up in this world."
"I guess I was locked up too long at Northridge, I didn't realize how difficult it has been for you."
"Well at least the government is starting to make some progress against the Ghouls. We may not have to keep the flood lights lit around the ranch, much longer, if they can eliminate those things," Bill told them.
"Alex, you'll be heading back to Mulder now that you've taught me how to hide my thoughts?" Dana inquired.
"I still want Randy and Trevor to have that ability before I leave. It wouldn't do us any good if they inadvertently gave away your identity, Dana. Besides, they'll be able to use that ability in the future to their own benefit."
"Don't you miss Mulder?" Dana was surprised at how calm he was, that he was willing to stay and teach them.
"With all of my heart, Dana. But Fox is concerned about your safety, and I wouldn't want to return before I was sure that there is no threat to you or your family."
***
Washington D.C.
Friday, January 8
1:00 p.m."Fox, stop fidgeting," Skinner admonished.
Mulder glared at him, wishing he was somewhere else, anywhere else, this was worse than going to the dentist office. He picked up a copy of Money Week and started flipping through it, bored, he tossed it back on the table.
The door to the inner office opened. "Fox, it's good to see you again." A short man in his late thirties came out and hugged him.
"Bob, it's about time . . . I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about us," Mulder snipped, returning the hug.
Skinner was shocked to see the show of affection between his lover and this Bob person. "Fox, we've only been waiting out here for five minutes," he grumbled, then extended his hand to Bob Robertson.
"Mr. Robertson, I'm Walter Skinner."
"Mr. Skinner, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Fox has talked a lot about you," Robertson replied, shaking his hand.
"Fox? Really . . . I'd be curious to know what he said." Skinner gritted his teeth staring at Mulder, wondering what was going on between this man and his lover. He promised Fox that he wouldn't be jealous, but as far as he was concerned that was only in regards to Krycek.
Bob saw the agitation in Skinner's eyes and decided it would be advisable to explain his and Mulder's relationship. "Fox and I grew up together, we were best friends in elementary school and throughout high school. Didn't Fox mention it?"
"Really? No, Fox didn't mention it." Skinner glared again at his lover.
"Yeah, Walter, Bob and I go way back . . . sorry, I should have told you." Mulder looked at him sheepishly shrugging his shoulders.
Skinner gave him a stern *we'll talk about this at home* look.
"Mr. Robertson, I would like to review Fox's finances."
"Yes, he mentioned that you wanted to take over the responsibility of overseeing his accounts for him. I've been trying for years to get him to take a more active role in his investments, but he has little interest in money. He only requested a small clothing allowance every year," Robertson explained, showing them into his plush office.
"Really, how much was that?" Skinner remembered his lover's expensive designer suits and how many of those he destroyed each year -- chasing his x-files. He was always curious as to how Mulder was able to afford them.
"Twenty thousand dollars," Robertson replied, waving a hand at his small office table. "Please have a seat."
Robertson took a seat between the two men then he handed over a thick stack of printouts and several booklets. "Here's a printout of all of his current investments and a prospectus for each of the funds and stocks he has his money in."
Skinner flipped through the printouts -- stopped as the numbers started sinking in, then flipped quickly to the summary sheet at the end. "Thirty-two million! How?" Skinner sputtered.
"He left four million with me fifteen years ago and besides the twenty thousand dollar allowance for clothes each year, he never touched it. I did have some good luck in '87, I pulled his money out of the stock market before it crashed and reinvested it back in right after." Robertson grinned and leaned across the table and started explaining some of his more lucrative investments.
Skinner started asking him questions and soon they were having a deep discussion about investments. Mulder sat staring blankly out the window, wondering if he got up and left if Walter would notice?
Finally, Mulder couldn't take it any longer. "Excuse me, Bob, can I just sign the papers giving Walter authority over my estate?" he pleaded interrupting their discussion.
"Fox, can't you even make an attempt to understand your investments?" Skinner grumbled.
"No. Bob's one of the best investments brokers in the country, Walter. Why would I need to? It's his job. I would never consider coming to him for help in solving a serial murder case," Mulder huffed.
Robertson laughed aloud at the outlandish comparison and the look of disgust that crossed Skinner's face. "It's pointless to argue with him, Mr. Skinner. In fifteen years, I've never been able to get him interested in his finances. Even when we were kids, he had no interest in money. When all of us had summer jobs, Fox just lived off his small monthly allowance. He didn't get a job until the FBI recruited him, and I'm sure he didn't join for the salary. He could have made a whole lot more as a practicing psychologist."
Skinner knew Robertson was right, he hated giving up, but there was no point in making an issue out of this. It was sort of endearing to be with someone who cared so little about money. He and Sharon use to go round and round over their monthly bills. "Okay, Fox, point taken. We still have an appointment with Dr. Harris at 4:30 p.m. to make. Bob, can you draw up the appropriate papers? Oh, we need a third name added to the documents, too. We also need an account set up for a Yori Ysak and two million dollars deposited into it." Skinner wrote down their names and handed it over to Bob.
"Alex Krycek . . . is he a friend of yours, Fox?" Bob asked curiously after reading the note. He knew from the conversation he had with the agent that Walter Skinner was his lover, but wondered who the other man was.
"He's Walter's younger brother and my other . . . partner." Mulder didn't want to go into details with his friend, unless it was over drinks. He just wanted to get out of this office. It surprised him that Walter included his brother's name willingly. Maybe their lives together would work out after all.
"Okay, Fox, let's do lunch soon, and you can fill me in on how your life's going." Bob knew better than to pry too deeply. After being friends with Fox for thirty years, he was aware of the secrets and pain that had surrounded his friend's life.
"Mr. Robertson, it was a pleasure to meet you," Skinner said, holding out his hand to Bob, who shook it as he ushered them to his door.
On their way to the car, Mulder asked, "Walter, are you mad at me for not telling you about Bob and I being childhood friends?"
"No, Fox. I'm sort of relieved."
"Why?"
"If you hadn't known him since childhood, I'd probably would have punched his lights out for hugging you," Skinner stated sternly.
"Oh, then it's lucky for Bob that we grew up across the street from each other. Bob's never been able to hold his own in a fight." Mulder smirked at the thought of his friend fainting if Walter had so much as growled at him.
***
Washington D.C.
Friday, January 8
7:00 p.m.Mulder sat watching in amusement as Skinner handed over the small container of his semen to Doctor Harris. They both had tissue and blood samples taken and, lastly, semen samples. Mulder was happy that Dr. Harris would be handling their child's conception. He trusted the doctor.
It was fortuitous that Harris was the head doctor at the procreation center for D.C. and its surrounding communities. Mulder had been taken by surprise when the doctor had asked for his semen sample; Skinner had overlooked telling him that it was one of the reasons they were visiting him. He had thought it was only going to be in regards to his body's addiction to sex and the need for a stronger and longer lasting anti-pheromone drug.
"We were able to track down Dana Scully's ova to use in the conception of your son," Dr. Harris informed them. "It's being flown out here, overnight, from San Diego."
"That's a relief, Sam. I know it means a lot to Fox that we're able to use Agent Scully's ova." Skinner took Mulder's hand in his as they sat in front of Dr. Harris' desk and he gently massaged the agent's palm with his thumb.
"Dr. Harris, how long will this process take? Is it true that it is considerable shorter than a natural pregnancy?" Mulder inquired nervously, squeezing Skinner's hand.
"Yes, Mulder, it will only take five months after conception for the baby to grow to full term."
"Ouch!" Skinner gasped.
"Sorry, Walter," Mulder grinned sheepishly at him after digging his nails into the other man's hand. "That short?"
Doctor Harris noted the tension between the two men. "Mulder . . . Walter, if you're free tomorrow I'd love to give you a tour of our procreation facility."
"We'd like that, Sam." Skinner looked over at his lover who was nervously squirming in his chair.
"Mulder, I'll have a new dosage of your anti-pheromone drug for you by then. I think it should allow you to go for five days without the need for sex. I hope to have more data as to how and why your body chemistry has changed because of your sexual relationships with Walter and Alex Krycek."
"Doctor, I don't believe it is only my body's chemistry that has been affected. I'd appreciate it if you studied Walter's blood samples and Alex's when he returns to D.C.," Mulder requested. Skinner looked at him baffled, wondering what his lover had neglected to tell him now.
"What makes you think that, Mulder?"
"When I was abducted by Henderson the second time, he treated me with reverence. We never even had sex, but we did exchange bodily fluids from him kissing me. Then there was Slava, we did have sexual intercourse a number of times. He also started to treat me with reverence as if he truly loved and respected me. His people seemed to consider it odd behavior for him." Mulder stopped and looked at the doctor, trying to see if his words were making sense.
"You think that the chemistry in your body affected the other two men's behavior in regards to you?" Harris asked.
"Yes, I do."
"Fox, you don't think that my love for you is because of some weird body chemistry change." Skinner huffed, he knew that he had been in love with Fox for years.
"No, Walter. Although, I did at first, but Frohike convinced me how stupid that idea was."
"Remind me to send him a thank you card."
"If there is nothing more gentlemen? I'll see you at this address at noon tomorrow; I'll take you out to lunch afterwards. There is a new bistro that just opened, I've been dying to try it," Harris said, handing over his business card.
"Thanks, Sam, Fox and I will be there. I'm looking forward to seeing the procreation facility."
When they were back in the car, Skinner turned to Mulder embracing and kissing him hard. "Five months and we'll be parents," he chirped happily.
"Walter, it's after curfew can you please concentrate on the outside area. I'd hate for anything to happen to you before junior is born. I don't particularly want to end up a single parent," Mulder quipped, returning the kiss only briefly. The whole day had him unnerved.
"Don't worry, Fox, I've been scanning our surroundings since we left the building. There is no way I'm about to die before our son is born. We should start thinking of a name, do you have any preferences?"
Mulder marveled at the childlike excitement in his lover's demeanor. "No, Walter, just so long as it's not Fox, William, or Sam, I'll let you pick." He smiled lovingly at the older man.
They arrived back at Viva Towers and Skinner pulled into the underground garage, making sure the door closed behind them without allowing any of the neighborhood ghouls to sneak in. Most had learned to fear this building of heavily armed men and steered clear of it.
It was after eight o'clock when they walked into their condominium to the tantalizing smell of borsch and stuffed cabbage rolls, which assaulted their senses.
Yori came out of the kitchen. "Well, how was your day? I made dinner for us."
"It went fine, Yori. Bob will be setting up a bank account for you. You'll have to accompany us to see him on Tuesday to sign some papers," Mulder replied, heading into the kitchen.
"Walter, I can see you had a good visit at your doctor's office, congratulations are in order?" Yori grinned, he knew the young agent was still feeling overwhelmed by all the changes in his life, but Skinner was overjoyed at the prospect of becoming a father.
"Yes, thank you, Yori. Five months and Fox and I will have a son of our own." Skinner smiled happily.
"I'm happy for you, Walter. Come, let's eat and drink a toast to your good news," Yori replied jovially.
***
Washington D.C.
Friday, January 8
10:00 p.m."Are you serious, Melvin?"
"John, have I ever lied to you?"
"No, not in the last eight years, but you did neglect to tell us that you were a clairvoyant. Damn, Melvin, this will be a Lone Gunmen exclusive, when do you think we can go to press?"
"Byers, this isn't just a news story, Mulder is our friend. I don't think it would be appropriate to go public with this information just yet. It might jeopardize his freedom. Besides he doesn't even know yet," Frohike sighed.
"It won't remain quiet for long, once news gets out, it will spread all over the world. Shouldn't we be the first to report it?"
"NO! John, I don't want to see anything happen to Mulder or his child, if we are premature with this story both of their lives will be in danger."
"Melvin's right, John, we should chill on the story. I don't feel right about it -- live and let live. Besides Mulder is our friend."
"What do you suggest we do then?"
"We could always throw him a baby shower," Langly grinned.
"Okay, you guys are right. How about May 1st, when the cherry blossoms are in bloom, it would be perfect for an outdoor baby shower." Byers grinned back, deciding to forgo any news article.
***
The D.C. Procreation Clinic
Saturday, January 9
1:00 p.m.Dr. Harris showed them into a dimly lit hallway, there was a long window going down the entire length. Behind the window were round metal tubes, running from floor to ceiling each was about three feet in diameter. In the center of the tube was a clear glass tank inside the tank was a fetus. Each tank contained one fetus in various stages of development.
"Your child will be placed in one of these growth cylinders. We have sixty of these containers at this facility." Dr. Harris informed them.
"Sam, has any of the babies conceived been female?" Skinner asked.
"About fifty percent were female, but they all died instantly. None have ever survived more than a few short seconds after conception. It's the same in all of the other facilities. The government has tried to use frozen sperm and ova stored in a sealed facility before the alien virus, but they had the same result."
"Have they made any progress at all?" Mulder asked, looking at all the tiny male babies in the tanks.
"No. I heard that they might allow the women at Northridge to return to their families. The government has determined that this virus has a life of several thousand years. Unless by some miracle a vaccine is found, the women from Northridge and those at other research facilities around the world will be the last females this world sees."
"I don't understand why the government is allowing the use of the woman's ova. If a vaccine is develop wouldn't it be wiser to save the ova for the future?" Mulder asked.
"The ova is only being allowed use in a select few cases, half of the babies in those tanks are from high-bred clones. All of the clones combined the DNA from two males, the government has banned cloning of individuals."
"So, who determined that our case was one of the special cases?" Mulder asked, not wanting to receive preferential treatment.
"Your position in the government helped to determine that, Agent Mulder. Like it or not, the human race still has to go on and using the ova is less risky to the child than cloning is. Several of the babies conceived through cloning are not going to survive their birth. All of the boys conceived by using the ova will."
"I didn't realize there was a problem with cloning. I thought they had it perfected?" Skinner inquired.
"No. Not all of the problems have been worked out. It's a fifty-fifty chance whether or not it will be successful," Harris answered. "Come on, we can discuss this over lunch," he said, leading them out of the building.
***
Viva Towers
Sunday, January 10
10:00 a.m.Mulder sat on the sofa with his feet curled under him watching the morning news programs. The report was from Miami. It had been nearly a week since the anti-ghouls virus had been released on the city. They were still pulling the bleached white bodies from the crypts and holes they used to sleep in during the day. There had been no more attacks; it appeared that all of the ghouls in Miami had been killed off.
The reporter went on to say that the military was planning to release the virus in several major cities tomorrow: Atlanta, Nashville, Chicago, St. Louis, Los Angeles, Houston, and Seattle. By months end the virus will have been released nationwide.
Mulder lay his head down on the arm of the sofa and fell into a fitful sleep. Before long, he dreamed he was back with Slava. The larger man held him immobile as he took total possession of his body, plunging his hard, thick cock deep inside his body, while whispering terms of endearment. He thrashed around trying to throw his attacker off. However, nothing worked as he was claimed thoroughly and forced to submit to the other man's desires. He withered and twisted, until he was roughly shaken awake. He opened his eyes and stared into the panic brown eyes of his lover.
"Oh god, Walter," Mulder sobbed and clung to the larger man, burying his face into Skinner's shirt.
"Ssh, it's okay, I have you, Fox. It was only a dream." He held his lover's sobbing body tightly against his own. When his sobs died down he drew back. "Fox, do you want to tell me what it was about?"
"God, it seemed so real. I . . . I was back with Slava again. He used mind-control on me to make me submit . . . I felt so dirty and worthless." Mulder trembled against Skinner's chest.
"Fox, I won't let him touch you again. When Alex returns we both will be here to protect you. You'll never have to worry about that bastard getting his hands on you, again."
"Walter, promise me that you'll never leave me." Mulder wrapped his arms tightly around the older man and held on for dear life, ashamed of how needy he was becoming.
"Fox, I would never leave you . . . I love you too much. Besides, you're wealthy. I'd be a fool to leave all that money," Skinner quipped, getting a chuckle from Mulder.
"So, you're in love with me for my bank account?"
"Actually . . . I kind of liked Bob, too."
Mulder pulled away and gave Skinner his best hurt, puppy-dog face. "Don't even think about it, Walter -- Bob's off limits. Besides, I know you're not attracted to shorter men and Bob makes Frohike look tall."
"You're right. Besides, I could never leave you and Junior." Skinner stood up suddenly. "Stay right there, I have something to show you." He rushed out of the room and headed up the stairs, returning a few minutes later with a book.
"I borrowed this from Agent Pipino, it's a book on choosing a name for the new baby." Skinner sat next to Mulder and pulled him closer then opened the book to the first page.
They spent half the afternoon arguing over names finally narrowing it down between three names: Brandon, Jacob, and Jordan.
"You know, Fox, I was afraid of being too old if we had waited too long to have this baby. I'm glad you agreed to have him with me right away."
"Ah, Walter, there's something I forgot to tell you."
"What, Fox?"
"Well . . . you don't have to worry about ever being too old."
"What are you telling me? That even when I'm old and gray, you'll still be there for me?" Skinner hugged him tightly misunderstanding what Mulder was trying to tell him.
"Of course, I'll always be there for you, Walter. However, that's not what I meant. Alex told me that one of the symptoms of the sorcerer mutation is that you aren't going to grow old. So, it looks like we're both in it for the long haul." Mulder smiled, looking up at his lover's shocked expression.
"Fox, are you saying that I'm an immortal . . . like you?"
"Well not exactly like me . . . but you are not going to die of old age and as long as you're careful you can live forever. But you can be killed the same as the next man."
"C'mon," Skinner said, pulling Mulder to his feet.
"Where?"
"Bedroom," Skinner answered huskily.
***
The Scully Ranch
Monday, January 11
9:00 a.m."Alex, are you sure that you don't want us to drive you to the airport?" Bill inquired.
"No, it not necessary. I need to return the rental car anyway."
Dana hugged him. "Alex, take care . . . did you call Mulder to let him know you're coming?"
"Yeah, he and Skinner are going to meet my plane when it lands."
"I hope you guys are able to come and visit us this summer," Scully said, walking him to the car.
"I'm not sure if we'll be able to. Their baby is due in May, he might be too young for traveling."
"I know . . . I talked to Mulder last night, Dr. Harris was able to use my ovum in its conception. I can't wait to see him, Mulder said they narrowed down the list of names for the baby."
They stood awkwardly at the car for a few seconds before Scully hugged and kissed Krycek on the cheek. "Take care of him for me, Alex."
"Don't worry, Dana, I will," he said, getting in the car and driving off.
Ten miles outside of Toronto, Krycek had to pull the car over due to a flat tire. He got out of the car and looked at the tire. He concentrated and soon the hole sealed up and the tire inflated, but before he could get back into his car he felt a sting on his thigh. Reaching down, he pulled out a small dart. "Oh damn," he gasped as the world around him started to spin and grow dim. He lost unconscious and crumbled to the frozen ground.
A black van pulled up behind Krycek's rental car and the massive n'thral captain climbed out of the passenger side. He effortlessly lifted Krycek's body off the ground and tossed him in the back of the van.
"Very good, Mr. August, I was concerned that you might not have been able to conceal our presence from Comrade Krycek," Captain Mikhin said, climbing into the back of the van next to Krycek.
"I'm the best clairvoyant Mr. Slava has working for him. It was easy for me to shield both of us," August stated smugly as he pulled the van onto the expressway.
The n'thral pulled the metal box over next to Krycek's unconscious body. He opened it and pulled out the metal ankle cuff used to dampen sorcerer's powers. Mikhin opened the cuff and turned on the power switch located inside the metal latch, when closed there was no way to get to the switch. The cuff made a low humming noise as he attached it around Krycek's right ankle.
Krycek stirred awake and stared in fear at the n'thral's menacing face. "Comrade, it's good to see you again." Mikhin trailed his hand over Krycek's body, fondling him. "We're going to have fun together while we wait for the Tsar's lover to exchange himself for you."
Mikhin admired the beautiful triple agent as he took out a syringe and filled it with heroin, injecting it into the Krycek's biceps.
Krycek tried to use his powers to throw this creature off him but found himself unable to. He struggled briefly before the heroin hit his system. "No! Damnit!"
***
The D.C. Procreation Clinic
Monday, January 11
10:00 a.m.Dr. Harris stared at the small tank containing Walter Skinner's and Fox Mulder's child. Although the embryo was too small to be seen with the human eye, he knew that in one short month it would have grown large enough that even it's fingers and toes should be visible.
He excitedly went back over his data. He had rerun the test four times now and always came back with the same results. The embryo in the tank was a female, it showed no signs of dying from the virus like every other female conceived had.
If she survives, this child and her parents would be vital for the future of the world. He knew one thing though, no one in the government or military must know about her existence, yet, not until he had a chance to talk to Walter. This would have to be a tightly guarded secret, he just hoped the baby continued to survive.