Author: M. Kavanagh
Betaed by: My Mom
Archive: Basement (Training Wheels comes between Spring and Summer)
Spoilers: for Ascension and Anasazi
Summary: Mulder/Krycek's relationship told from Krycek's POV
Ratings: PG. (only hints of physical violence, no sex, some angst)
Warnings: This story is part of a cycle of slash stories, so although this segment is not particularly slashy, if M/M relationships make you ill then I have only one thing to say, move along, that's right keep going because I take no responsibility for offending anyone or twisting the mind of a minor.
Disclaimer: All X-Files characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Production and Twenty Century Fox. I know this and they know this. I will not make a dime from the writing of this story. So suing me is a huge waste of time. Plus I have no money.
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The Seasons: Training Wheels

        We were partners...well no, maybe that was the problem. We were never really partners, after all who could replace Scully, least of all me? Even though she had been taken off the X- Files and sent back to Quantico, they were still partners. I just got in the way, like a pair of training wheels on a kiddies bike. I offered him safety and balance. But he didn't want me, he had Scully, his second wheel. And like all kids, he resented training wheels, he'd ditch me as soon as possible.

        Then it got worse, they took her away and I became a pair of training wheels on a unicycle. An out of control, totally insane unicycle! I couldn't offer stability, I could only hinder him. And he resented me for that. So I got out... the only way I knew how. I let him discover my betrayal and they pulled me. Yeah, I left the butts behind, I had to get out. It hurt too much watching him being devoured by the pain.

        So I'm standing here in Bill Mulder's bathroom, hiding behind a shower curtain. I'm here to do what I do best...protect Mulder. This time I'm here to protect him from Daddy Dearest. For it seems that Bill has developed a conscience and now wants to tell his "son" the truth!

        And we know how Mulder fells about the truth! He'll grasp that double edged sword and hold it tight, even though it has no grip and is slicing through his hand. No, he'll hold on to it all the same...despite the pain. You bastard! You really screwed Mulder up, didn't you Bill! You raised a man who trusts pain over comfort, over friendship even over love.

        The truth! The damn truth! Why is the truth so important to you Mulder? You act as if it will save us, as if it could keep us warm at night like a really good blanket. And whose truth are you after, may I ask? Or didn't you know that truth is subjective? That it is written by the victorious, by the winners. Ever wonder why you never the losers opinion at the end of a war...like they really had nothing to say?

        So...I'm here to silence the old man. I know, I know more of Thug 101: Intimidation, Battery and Assault. Hey, it's a job ... it keeps me in Big Mac's. And I luck out because before Bill can do any damage, he comes into the bathroom. He's in front of me, bending over the sink and splashing water on his face. He stands up, and staring into the mirror see me behind him in the tub. And he doesn't care!

        He knows who I am, what I do and he doesn't care. I can see the dead look in his eyes, he doesn't have a damn thing to lose! He'll tell Mulder the truth no matter what I do or say...he just doesn't care....damn, Damn, DAMN...I hate this job! I hate it all the more for what I'll have to do...I'll have to hurt him...hurt him bad...Oh Fox forgive me...