Like the First Morning

by Ursula

Title: Like the First Morning
Author: Ursula
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Author's Website: http://fullhouseslash.slashcity.net/~ursula/
Status: Complete
Category: Unclassified
Pairing (Primary): Mulder/Krycek
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Rating: PG
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Permission to Archive: Anywhere, as a complete story. If you have a constructive critique and wish to use a portion, contact me directly.
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Notes: Written for Pollyanna's Happy Lyric wheel. It's not a death story. It's a magic tail. I wrote this from lyrics provided by Amsev and heard the monkey boy story the same day. He is a little boy born with a tail and sacred spots on his body who is heralded to be an incarnation of the Monkey God. I had a logically progressing story. I heard about the cancellation and threw it out. I wrote this instead. Fan fiction will live forever so I brought them all back to life for us to use. I would call this a love song to all of the X Files Characters
Time Frame: After it is all is over.then there is love, love, love.
Warnings: This is a drabble.
Disclaimer: Chris Carter's. even if he doesn't love them.
Summary:


Like the First Morning
Ursula

The heat is rising from the cobblestones. The air is thick with perfume. Flowers are being trampled underfoot. There are flowers around the necks and wrists of little brown girls with eyes like coals. There are flowers around the necks of arrogant monkey gods The monkeys are everywhere, little bullies out to pick pockets. One of them boldly ran off with Alex's sunglasses as Tigger Sundown laughed and laughed.

Alex wonders why he would ever come here. What is he doing in India? Why did he accept a job as a bodyguard to a man, who had ditched more security than Fox Mulder had ditched partners?

Myrrh and sandalwood incense rise from the crowd in a fragrant mist. And Tigger is singing. He's chanting. His golden brown hands supplicate with the rest of the hands.

"Hanuman!"

"Hanuman!"

The boy's grandfather appears on the stone steps, holding the child. Alex has edged them close enough to see the fleshy tail of the baby. The child is beautiful. He has slightly pinched features, but it looks right on him. His eyes are huge and round, glowing with life. He chuckles as a blackbird flies to his outstretched hand. The blackbird is singing. His chest fills and he trills. His notes are high and clear, so sweet. He must think he is the first bird in creation.

It's the first time in a long time that Alex has heard a bird sing without the urge to shoot it. Why do birds sing? Don't they know that there's nothing worth singing about?

But this one is warbling and Alex starts to smile. Beside him, Tigger Sundown sings right along with the blackbird and his eyes are closed. His voice is pure and strong.

It's been a long strange trip, but suddenly, Alex doesn't regret signing on as this antique folk singer's bodyguard.

The crowd sways. They join hands as the monkey baby's sacred spots are revealed.

Tigger's long, narrow face glows. Hair escapes from his braids and the loose tendrils form a nimbus like a halo around his beatific face.

"Alex, Alex, ask for something. Ask for your heart's desire!" Tigger shouts over the roar of adoration.

Smiling bitterly, Alex glances at his artificial limb. He looks up at the Monkey Boy and said, "Hanuman, make me whole!"

The child laughs again. He kicks his dimpled feet and there's a mutter of adoration from the crowd. Everyone is swaying and Tigger is singing his heart out.

Now the crowd is dancing. A cloud of dust rises slowly, but it's an odd phenomenon. It doesn't choke Alex and he sees the crowd shimmering through the haze.

All of a sudden, Fox Mulder is walking through the crowd with Monica Reyes. She's wearing a sleeveless tee shirt and as she approaches the crowd, she also dances.

"Mulder, it might be real. He might be the Monkey God!" Reyes shouts. Her ecstatic face is raised to the sun. She's grooving, dancing to her own beat.

Mulder laughs and Alex remembers hearing him laugh once or twice like that when they were partners and his heart is breaking.

Mulder's voice is clear to Alex as if he was standing there next to him, "Reyes I can't believe you persuaded me to do this. I'm supposed to be hiding!"

Alex whispers, "Make me whole, Hanuman,"

And maybe he doesn't mean the arm anymore.

The crowd is humming and there's a flash of light. Walter Skinner is stranding there, looking confused, until pretty little Kim puts a wreath of jasmine flowers around his strong neck. He looks at her as if he has never seen her before then he shouts with joy and he spins her in his arms. They're dancing. They're dancing and they only see each other.

Marita approaches like an ivory ghost...but her face pinks with color as Jeff Spender runs out of the crowd, leaving his mother's side. They run to each other and they join hands. They wave at Alex and they walk away. This time they know the way. They're going to be free this time.

And as he stares at the beautifully bound publication that has appeared in his hands, CSM Spender sees Cassandra. He falls to her feet and he entreats for forgiveness. She looks at him and then she nods...because even the bad guy gets a break today.

Fox sees someone now and his face is so beautiful in joy. Samantha's braids fly around her as she waltzes on her father's feet. Teena Mulder is beaming. Her face is so lovely, free of the fear and shame she wore on her face every moment of her life after her daughter was taken.

"Samantha!" Mulder shouts.

"Silly Fox, I've been right here all along!' Samantha teases.

"Where?" Mulder asks.

"In your heart, Fox," Samantha said and giggles as her father swings her in a circle.

There's a pop and John Doggett appears, holding Scully's hand until he sees the boy with blue eyes and the girl with red hair.

A moment later, Scully is crying for joy as she holds Emily in her arms. "William, your sister, it's your sister!"

Oh god, she is holding the girl so tightly that she almost misses the serene face of her sister as she arrives in a shower of flower petals. Melissa smiles and joins the dance...

Doggett has a fierce smile on his face. The boy's in his arms and you know he won't lose him again. As Alex realizes that he's the only one alone, Doggett salutes him...

A hand closes on his shoulder. Oh god...

Bill Mulder.

"Go on now, son..."

Nudged forward, Alex stares.

Mulder sees him and the glowing mist fades. The happy voices murmur more distantly.

The world is a haze. Nothing's real. Nothing has substance but two men. They walk toward each other. There's only Mulder. There's only Krycek. They walk through the crowd like two gunfighters, but when they reach each other, they meet each other's eyes.

They kiss.

They kiss for the longest time until they glow white-hot. Until they are surrounded by rosy light. Until they glow like the first morning.

And it's the end. It's the beginning. They're kissing. They're rocking in each other's arms and they're safe and sound.

And it's the first morning.

The End

The First Morning

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dew fall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

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