Left Turn at Albuquerque (or Point of No Return)

by AgentAlexKrycek

Pairing: Mulder/Krycek
Rating: NC-17 M/M Slash

Disclaimer: The characters of the television show "The X-Files" are the creations and property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and the Fox Broadcasting Network, and have been used here without permission for adult entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Timeframe: Alex Krycek's first week with the FBI, and with Mulder

Feedback: This is my very first story, (virgin writer) so please be gentle and constructive. Please R&R, or send all positive feedback to the address above. Negative feedback will be hidden under a rock in my back yard. Thank you!

Chapter One ~ Agent Down

"Stay Close, rookie!" Mulder snapped at his new partner. On his first week out in the field with the bureau, this kid was as green as his piercingly beautiful eyes.

Mulder found he was enjoying this feeling of being a protective older brother to this new agent, Alex Krycek. The looks that passed between them made him feel good. Although he attributed them to hero worship or admiration, it was really good not to be on his own anymore. The solitude was starting to do weird things to his mind.

They had just followed a suspect into an abandoned building. The trail lead to this door. Mulder took one side of the doorway and Krycek the other.

"We move on the count of ...," Mulder never got the chance to finish the sentence he was mouthing to his partner. The world exploded into confusion as several things happened at once.

The door they were facing burst open before he had his weapon ready. Alex's gun, however, was already up. Mulder couldn't believe it; the kid's reaction times were incredible. Krycek's gun was firing almost as soon as the door had burst open. Mulder had just barely caught a glimpse of the gunman as the door opened. His eyes had been drawn to the sound of Alex's gun discharging, and then to something else.

He saw Alex's face. He had expected to see fear or terror. The feelings that went through his mind when he had his first in-the-line-of-duty-kill were still vivid in his memory. But Mulder didn't see any of that in this new kid's face. The beautiful glass-green eyes had taken on a cold hardness. The face was impassive, almost calm. It was the lack of feelings that surprised him. It was like watching a snake in hunt. Perfect and precise.

The emerald eyes turned back to him, and the light within returned. He took a step towards Mulder. There was a slight turn to his lips, and he started to speak. He never got the words out, though. Glass and wood splintered behind Mulder, as another shot rang out. Alex's eyes opened in shock, surprise, and pain. His body hit the doorframe and slid slowly down the wall.

Mulder was already whirling towards the window. The thought of an accomplice hiding in the building had never entered his mind! Damn, this was sloppy work on his part! His first week out and I've gotten my partner shot already. God damn it! This couldn't be happening! He had let his partner down. This would do wonders for his already damaged reputation within the bureau.

The shooter in the window never got off a second shot. Mulder's next conscious thought was he had run out of bullets as he emptied his clip into the bastard. It was only when he had turned in the doorway, that he realized that the bullet that had hit Krycek had been meant for him. It would have hit him square in the back, and he would have never known it. "You have the right to remain silent...," he spat at the shooter, then turned all his attention back to Krycek.

The kid lay on his side on the floor. Mulder gently turned the lifeless body on it's back, looking for blood and signs of life. He found neither. As he checked for a heartbeat, Mulder found the cause. Kevlar. Alex had been wearing his bullet-proof vest, just like a good rookie. The pointblank shot, though, had stopped his heart cold.

Mulder ripped open the clean, over-starched shirt, and pulled up the vest. He ran his hand over the smooth, well-muscled chest, looking for a pulse. He took a couple of vital seconds to call for help on his cell phone.

"No, damn it. You're not going to die!" he yelled. "I won't let you." Training took over as he performed chest compressions and lifted the head to open an airway. As he placed his lips over his partner's mouth, he felt the wetness on his own cheeks. He couldn't be crying, it had to be sweat. It was salty on his lips, it had to be sweat. Mulder was totally unprepared for the flood of emotions he experienced as he pushed air back into the younger man's lungs. Moments later there was a moan and a sharp intake of breath. Mulder pulled his lips away with reluctance.

The moan had a sound, "Muuuuuuuuuuuuldaaaaaaaaaaaaa a." Had he just heard his name or had the kid been trying to say 'mother'.

"Easy there, Alex, stay still, help's already on the way," Mulder said as he wiped his tears from Alex's cheeks. "You're going to be just fine." We're going to be just fine, he thought, as the sounds of the EMT's running up the stairway got closer.

Hours later in the hospital, Alex had gone through every test that could be performed, and was returned to his room. Mulder had been waiting the entire time. His pacing in the hallway, like an expectant father, had just about driven the hospital staff insane. Every ten minutes almost to the second, he had asked if there was any news.

Mulder entered the room silently. The sight on the bed nearly took his breath away. He knew that his partner was handsome. They couldn't go out in public without turning heads of both sexes.

This had been an inside joke at the bureau. There had even been a photo taken with a surveillance camera as they returned from lunch. The photo had been enlarged by person or persons unknown to poster size, with the caption "The FBI wants you!" The photo showed Mulder looking skyward with the wind tossing his hair. Alex was at his side, looking up at him,—and looking as if he has just dropped out of the pages of GQ Magazine. Mulder had loved the poster, even though it was at his expense. He had kept it.

Alex lay on the bed sleeping lightly. His face was almost angelic in the light filtering through the blinds. Damn, agents were getting younger every day. Mulder couldn't remember ever being this young when he started with the bureau. He hadn't noticed Krycek's eyes open. When Mulder's thoughts returned to Earth, he saw Alex studying him, a smile playing across his face.

"Are those for me, Mulder?" He asked with a laugh, gesturing towards the flowers and candy in his arms. "Now I sure that I'm going to die."

Mulder blushed and felt foolish, but quickly got under control again. "Well, I wasn't sure what to get someone who just took a bullet for me..., I just wanted to say 'Thank You,' And, I'm glad you're not dead," he stammered.

Now it was Alex's turn to blush, and he turned his eyes away. Through closed eyes, he spoke. "I hear you re-started my heart, Fox. I guess that kind of makes us even. Oh, I'm glad you're not dead also."

Mulder, let the name slide. There would be better times to correct him. The room was full of emotions neither man could express out loud. Mulder crossed the remainder of the distance and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I need..., can I ask you something?" Alex said as he looked into Mulder's eyes. For a second, panic ran through Murder's head as he wondered if Alex had remembered anything that had happened in that hallway.

"Anything, Alex, you know you can ask me anything." Mulder leaned closer.

"Will you help me get to the bathroom, " Alex pleaded. "I've got to take a piss like nobody's business."

"Are you sure you should be getting up? I can get you a bed pan," Mulder offered.

"Please! I just lived through getting shot in the chest, do you want my bladder to blow up too?!" Alex said, swinging his legs off the bed. "Don't you know by now, I'm invincible!"

Mulder realized there was no arguing with him and reached out to hold his shoulders. As Alex stood, the hospital gown fell open in the back. Alex was completely nude under the gown. With every step the gown would open and close giving Mulder a view of the most perfect ass he had ever seen. He could sense desire rising in his groin, and tried to justify it in his mind. An ass is an ass, either male or female, from this side they all look the same. Besides, there was no denying it, the kid was gorgeous. Once they got to the bathroom, he couldn't deny anything anymore. His cock was at full attention.

"I'll just wait outside," Mulder said, as he turned to give Krycek some privacy.

"No," Alex pleaded. "Please stay. I'm not sure I can stand without assistance."

"All right." Mulder agreed as he moved his hands down to Alex's waistline. "Whenever you're ready."

There was no longer anyway to deny it. His cock was still hard as a rock, and it couldn't hide behind the fact the there was an asexual-butt in front of him. Mulder wondered where the cameras were now, this would be an even better 'recruiting poster' than the last one. He wished he was back in his basement office, hidden away, doing paperwork.

"I can't do this," Alex said pitifully. "Could you hum something, turn on the water, tap dance, close your eyes...something, anything." He realized then, that he wasn't alone in his uncomfortableness. The laughter that echoed in the bathroom covered the sounds of Alex finally relaxing. Mulder was still giggling, when Alex bent to flush the toilet. As Alex's bare bottom brushed across his still-hard erection, Mulder jumped back a step. His face turned red and hot and he wondered just how much Krycek had felt. But, Alex said nothing as the two returned to the bed.