by Skinner Box
Summary: Alex is back, maybe. A 300 word story.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spender/Krycek
Spoilers/Timeline: Existence
Disclaimer: The X-files and these characters belong to Chris Carter and Fox Broadcasting. I play with them out of love and for no profit.
Note: Thanks to drovar and the fine folk of the Spenderfic list. This follows my story 'Long Time Gone,' and is a Leedsville story, but I think it can stand alone.
Archive: please ask first

by Skinner Box

God it's late. One forgets how much work university is. I went ahead and started in the fall, just like we'd planned. It engaged my mind at least, while the rest of me walked around encased in lead, nothing getting in or out. I close the three different books I've been going back and forth between, textbook and two reference works, and stack my notes into vague neatness at one end of the dining room table. Nothing more's sinking in tonight.

Upstairs I undress in darkness. As my eyes adjust I make out the blanket covered lump that is Alex. He's on his left side, and way across the bed, well onto my half, like he was looking for me in his sleep. On a whim I don't go around, but just crawl in behind him, molding myself to his broad warm back. He sighs and shifts a little, letting me take some of his weight.

Things have changed since the months I spent thinking he was dead. We were never cuddlers before. We'd spoon up for a few minutes after sex, but roll apart to get down to the serious business of sleeping. Now we reach for each other, wake up in a tangle of limbs often as not. It's not a bad change. I never was a cuddler, not with Alex or with anyone, but I think I like this.

I plant a kiss on his shoulder, tasting the warm salt of his sleepy skin, then settle my face against his neck, his back tucked against my front. The strange hard ridge, some new implant, pokes into my cheek. I don't mind. It saved his life, he says.

It's different, this need to touch all night, but okay. Like I said, I think I like it.

The End

Archived: June 03, 2001