Prone by Sarah Ellen Parsons (NC-17)

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Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Dana Scully/Alex Krycek, Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek
Author on LJ: se_parsons
Author Website: Unknown, other stories can be found here.
Warnings Rape/non-con
Why this must be read:
Because there are too few stories with an unreliable and self-deluding Krycek as narrator, especially one as perceptive about Mulder and Scully as this version is. This Krycek, while different from what one usually finds in fan fiction (misunderstood triple agent or evil incarnate), is a very believable extrapolation from canon.

This story is in keeping with the previous two posts this story involves Krycek and Scully and kidnapping, but this time it's Krycek who's doing the kidnapping, and we have Mulder around for the whole time (if not always conscious).

And if for no other reason it should be read for the opening.

prone \'pron\adj [ME, fr. L pronus bent forward, tending;akin to L pro forward - more at FOR] 1. Having a tendency or inclination; disposed (man is ~ to error) (is ~ to overlook such things) 2. Having the front or ventral surface downward - prone adv -pronely adj - proneness \'pron-nes\ n syn PRONE, SUPINE, PROSTRATE,RECUMBENT shared meaning element: lying down (entry from Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary)

Mulder drops his gun.

Scully will do anything to protect her partner.

I'm good at playing an advantage to survive.

It was just a matter of time before all of our natural tendencies serendipitously occurred in one another's presence.

And, being me, I couldn't help taking advantage of them. It was so easy, really. And I owe Mulder for all the crap I've taken off him in the past, for all the beatings he's given me, for all the times he was nasty when he really didn't have to be, just to show me how much he despises me.

He's so small sometimes. So petty. It makes me wonder why everyone considers him such a hero, a crusader, when he's really a lot more like that guy from Ivanhoe. You know, the Knight Templar, who everyone in the story thought was so pious, so proud and heroic when all he really wanted to do was fuck the little Jewish girl. What was his name again?Yeah, Brian de Bois Gilbert. And I guess seeing all Mulder wants is to kill me, that would make me the little Jewish girl.

And outside of betray him every chance I get, letting him get experimented on in Russia and double-crossing him every time he's trusted me, I really haven't done enough to make him want to do that.It was professional every time. I was doing a job for the people I work for. He should understand. But Mulder's made it personal. I guess it's because he's so sure I'm the guy who shot his father. He should actually give out a medal for that action. I mean, the old man was jerking him around so bad the day it happened you could tell it was the way it had always gone. All that guilt, all that weight, on someone who's your kid. It made me sick to listen to him. I couldn't stand to watch what he was doing to Mulder.

The old man was pathetic. Who could believe that anyone would even be like that? I mean, anyone who was supposed to be decent. Blaming someone for your own shortcomings, for your own fucking decisions.Consciously torturing someone else out of your own self-loathing.Letting him think he's guilty when you're really the one who is. And doing all of that to your own kid. Who you're supposed to protect and take care of, and love.

At least that's what they say on TV.

But Mulder doesn't know anything about that. And neither do I.

But he still blames me for offing the old man. I guess it helps alleviate the guilt at being glad he's dead.

And the funny thing about it is, that it really should be Scully who wants to kill me. I mean, she still thinks I had something to do with planning her abduction, when again, I was just doing my job with orders from higher up. She knows I was her replacement. She knows I've fucked Mulder over every time I've seen him. And he's the only thing that she really cares about in the world. I mean, she lives like a fucking nun just for the privilege of following him around.

Even when he abandons her every chance he gets.

Even when she gets hurt, kidnapped, experimented on, sterilized, is given cancer and then a child only to have it be murdered by the men who made it, too. Christ, she should be in a fucking mental hospital after all that. But she's not. She's here. With me. In the front seat of their departmental Ford Taurus, handcuffed and with her feet tied together with the belt from her trench coat.

Mulder's in the backseat, cuffed and unconscious. Pistol-whipped with the butt of his own gun. With a lump on his head the size of Rhode Island, which is where we're heading, incidentally. But I fucking owed him that for all the time's he's taken pleasure in beating the shit out of me just because he's crazier than I am and really likes hurting me.When I take great care not to do anything to hurt him.

At least nothing that doesn't need doing.

Prone and its sequels Unnatural Tendencies and Substitutes.