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Hunter's Moon	By : purenightshade Category: S through Z > X-Files Views: 1547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: All X-Files characters are copyright to their respective owners. Riley Hunter is my original character and should not be taken or used without my permission.

Rating: NC-17

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Author�s Notes: This crossover diverges from the Angel storyline in season two. Lindsey MacDonald never left Wolfram and Hart. His hand was returned to him and he and Lilah Morgan are still co-running the Special Projects Division. Fred has joined the team and has adjusted to life back on Earth. Kate Lockely, by necessity, is still on the police force. I�m not sure where in the X-Files to place it, but sometime in either season 4 or 5.

Summary: Mulder and Scully receive a call that there are bodies turning up in Los Angeles, bodies of unidentifiable creatures, all killed by the same unknown person with the same weapon. Unknown to Mulder and Scully, the Syndicate sends Krycek to find out what he can about the mysterious creatures and their killer.
File 11: Nightmare
Wayside Motel

11:27 pm
�You,� was all she said, but the way her body tensed up and her eyes narrowed mixed with the coldness in her voice told him how she felt. She pulled against the handcuffs.

�I don�t recommend doing that,� Krycek told her. �They�re very durable, so no matter how strong you think you are, you aren�t going to get out of those until I unlock them.�

�So stop boring me and get to it.�

�I can�t do that.�

�What�s wrong, Krycek? Is your arm broken?� she taunted.

�I assure you, there�s nothing physically wrong with me.�

�So? What�s holding you up here?�

�There are a lot of people who would pay good money to get their hands on you. As much as I would love to let you go, I can�t. It�s really your own fault, you know.�

Riley rolled her eyes. �How is any of this my fault? If you had just left me alone to do my job, we wouldn�t be having this problem.�

�Well, you see, it�s your job that brought me out here. There�s a group of people that I work for that is interested in your skills, so they sent me to learn about you, bring you back to them if it was possible. They didn�t tell me anything else, so don�t ask. When I saw you in that alley my first night here, I mistook you for a man. You humiliated me and vanished. I made it my mission to hunt you down and pay you back in kind. I wasn�t sure how, but I figured something would pop into my head when I caught up with you.

�Then, at your apartment, you were starting to get friendly when you found out about my arm. You immediately closed yourself off to me and all because you�d had a bad experience before. Now, is it just me, or was that grossly unfair of you? I planned on telling you, but I wanted you to get to know me for who I am and not for the limb you couldn�t feel.

�So because of that, I wanted to find someway of making you pay. It hurt, you know. To be that close to a woman like you�attractive, intelligent, starting to warm up�and then have her suddenly close off because of something out of your control. I haven�t met anyone yet who has been able to look past it.� He paused. �Well, that Lilah woman seems to have been able to, but I don�t much care for her.�

�Lilah Morgan? The lawyer at Wolfram and Hart?�

�That�s the one, yes.�

She wrinkled her nose. �I might not like Lindsey, but I do agree with him on one thing, and that�s a mutual hatred of Lilah.�

�Speaking of Wolfram and Hart, they want to get their hands on you, too. Any idea why?�

�I kill demons. Such people are handy to have around when you deal with them on a daily basis. Should a client go rogue, simply send your hunter out to take care of the problem.� She shrugged. �My uncle�s been trying to get me to come to work for the firm for years. He tried the same with my mother. Frankly, I like my soul where it is.�

�That was an odd statement.�

�Not when you factor in one of the terms of a contract with them. They�ve all literally sold their souls to the firm. One had his back for a little while, but they bought it back from him for a six figure salary and a big office with a view.�

�I see. Well, the way I see things, I have three options. I can turn you over to my employers, for one. I don�t know what they�ll do with you. I can give you to Wolfram and Hart, a group whose intentions are now clear to me, or I can keep you here.�

�And what would you do with me?� she asked, tossing her head to the side to get her hair out of her face. �You do realize that I�m a good deal stronger than you, right? It does kind of come with the territory. That does kind of limit you.�

His face took on a pained expression. �If you�re suggesting that I would try and rape you, you�re way off. That�s not my style.�

�So what is?� she challenged. �Drugs? Coercion?�

�I prefer my partners to be aware and willing, thank you. Why do you insist on taunting and insulting me? It�s really annoying.�

Riley sighed and shook her head. �Well, it�s apparently not working. If I get you mad enough, you might come over and try and make me stop. If you�re mad enough, your guard will drop and I can make you release me.�

�I don�t see how that would be possible.�

�Why don�t you come over here and see for yourself?�

�Thank you, but no. As much as I would love to be closer to you, that�s not really what I had in mind.�

�Are you going to answer my question or avoid it?�

Krycek took a deep breath. �Really, I don�t know what I�m going to do with you if I decide to keep you. There�s a part of me that wants to hurt you for everything you�ve done to me, but it�s at war with the part that wants to untie you, take the cuffs off, hold you close and beg for your forgiveness for not releasing you sooner.�

She rattled the cuffs again. �Do you think I could forgive you for doing this?�

�It�s not likely is it?�

�Try laughable.�

�Laughable is still a slim chance.�

�What alternate reality are you living in?�

�It�s nice to dream. Which of the three options would you prefer?�

�You�re letting me choose?�

�It�s your life, after all.�

�What if I refuse to choose any of them?�

�Then I�ll choose for you.�

�Which would you pick?�

�That�s none of your business,� he snapped. �I�ll give you some time to decide, but I suggest that you don�t take too long or I might just pick for you anyways.� Krycek got up out of the chair and left the room, leaving Riley alone.

The instant he was gone, she strained at her bonds, trying to find a weak point in the ropes and cuffs. She pulled at them until her feet were sore and her wrists bled.

Keep calm, Riley, she told herself, taking a deep breath. This isn�t the first time you�ve been tied up like this. Remember that vampire cult in high school and the demon students in college? You�ve been in worse messes than this and have gotten out of them. This isn�t any different. Well, it is in that there are two groups of people after your hide, and your uncle belongs to one of those groups, but beyond that, it�s business as usual.

She took the time to get a better look at the room she was in. Well, I�ll say this for the guy. He certainly knows how to find the drabbest looking place I�ve ever seen before. Don�t these people he works for pay him? Or is he just trying to keep a low profile? I don�t really think you can go much lower than this.

Riley yawned. That drug he gave me must still be in my system, she thought as she looked over at the clock on the bedside table. Or not. It�s almost midnight. I�m usually ending my patrol about now. I�m so tired� Not long after she finished that thought, Riley passed out.
She was still asleep when Krycek came back an hour later. He looked down at her sleeping form and brushed her cheek lightly with his finger. She stirred and made a soft sound, but didn�t wake up. Heading into the kitchen area, he set down the bag he was carrying and resumed his spot in the chair. It was interesting, the difference between the drug-induced sleep she�d been in before and this more natural sleep. Her face looked gentler, almost angelic. Only her posture was unnatural, but that couldn�t really be helped.

There was a faint metallic smell in the air, almost like copper. He got up and looked at Riley. Her wrists were rubbed raw and blood ran down her arms. The pillow beneath her was soaked with blood and sweat. He cursed and went to get a first aid kit, taking out some disinfectant and a clean face cloth from the bathroom.

Taking great care not to disturb her, he sat down on the mattress and opened the bottle of disinfectant, pouring some onto the cloth. He patted the raw skin of her wrists with the dampened cloth, hoping that she was sleeping deeply enough that the sting wouldn�t wake her. Everything went well for a few minutes, but when he touched one of the sorest spots on her left wrist, she woke up with a cry of pain. Her eyes opened with a wild, pained expression in them.

�You�ve bashed your wrists up pretty badly,� he said gently as he continued. �I told you that these cuffs were durable. You shouldn�t have tried to free yourself.�

�So I was just supposed to lie here?�

�You wouldn�t have gotten hurt that way.� She yelped in pain as he dabbed at another particularly sore spot. �Oh, don�t be such a baby,� he scolded. He leaned forward and blew gently on the sore spot.

Riley watched him with an odd look on her face. She wasn�t entirely sure what to make of this. When he looked up at her, she blushed and turned away. �You don�t have to do this.�

�Do what? Help your wrists heal or keep you like this until I decide what to do with you?�

�Both.�

�That may be true with the first one, but I don�t want you to be in pain, so I do kind of have to. With the second, yes, I do. I�m sorry, Riley, but it�s my job.�

Her grey eyes met his green ones. �There�s something you should be aware of, then, if you insist on keeping me here. By doing your job, you prevent me from doing mine. A lot of people will die because I�m lying here unable to prevent it. Those demons I hunt are dangerous. By killing them, I prevent a lot of needless deaths at their hands and make my town a little safer. If you�re comfortable with all that innocent blood on your hands, that�s fine with me, but I haven�t met anyone who can sleep well with the knowledge that they�re allowing baby eaters and mass murderers to live.�

Krycek paused and watched her face carefully. �I wish there was something I could do, but my hands are tied tighter than yours in this, Riley. I�m sorry. I don�t have a choice.�

�You always have a choice, Krycek,� she told him. �It�s just a matter of choosing the right one.�

�I suggest you get some more sleep. It�s a long day tomorrow.�

�I�m not going to be able to sleep tied up like this with you around.�

�Try. I�ll be over on the couch if you need anything. I�m not a very deep sleeper, so just ask.�

He got up and left her sight. She heard the faint rustle of leather as Krycek took his jacket off and slung it over the end of the couch followed by the lighter rustle of him taking his shirt of and letting it fall to the ground. The couch creaked under his weight until he got into a comfortable position. She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to loose herself in her mind in order to get some sleep. It took her a long time, but she did manage it.
In the very early morning, Krycek woke up to a loud noise. He sat up, reaching for the gun on the floor beside the couch. The sound was coming from the bed. Carefully, he crept over to have a look at Riley. The sound, a harsh sobbing, was coming from her. She was thrashing about as much as her bonds allowed. He turned on the bedside lamp. In the light, he could see the tears running down her cheeks. He went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and came back, setting it down on the table before sitting down on the bed beside her. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly.

�Riley. Riley wake up. You�re having a nightmare.� He shook her again, harder this time.

Her eyes flew open and she lurched forward only to be stopped by the handcuffs. He set the gun down beside the glass and moved in a little closer, putting his arms around her, stroking her hair. Her entire body shook with the sobs. She burrowed her head against his chest, her sobs gradually weakening. When they stopped, he pulled back and picked up the glass of water.

�Thirsty?� he asked, offering the cup to her.

She looked at him. �Not if it�s drugged.�

He took a sip of it and held it back to her. �It�s just tap water, I promise.�

�You planning on letting me go so that I can drink it?�

Krycek shook his head. �It�s too risky,� he said as he moved closer to her. He held the glass up to her lips, tilting it so that she could sip. It was a slow process, but she drank the whole glass. �Are you ok?�

�I�m fine.�

�You certainly didn�t sound fine a few minutes ago. You were crying in your sleep. Was it a nightmare?�

�What do you care?�

�It woke me up,� he pointed out. �Besides, I don�t like seeing you in any kind of pain.�

�If that were really true, you�d let me go.� Her voice was weak and completely devoid of the fire it had held earlier.

He reached out as if to touch her cheek, but stopped himself. �I wish I could, but you know I can�t.�

Her eyes wandered over to the gun on the bedside table. She jumped backwards to try and get away from it. �Get that thing out of my sight!�

He looked down at it. �You don�t like guns, do you?�

�I despise them.�

He picked it up and turned it over in his hands. �If you don�t mind my asking, why is that?� he asked.

�That�s none of your business,� she said, flinching as the barrel pointed at her.

He shrugged. �If you don�t want to tell me, it�s fine by me.�

She focused her attention on his hands. �You have a new arm, I see. What did that cost you?�

�Just some information that has recently proved to be false. My soul is still where it always has been.� He tapped his chest just over his heart.

�I�m not really sure if that�s comforting or not.�

�If it makes it easier for you to think I�ve sold my soul for a new arm, then go ahead. You seem determined to think the worst of people.�

She gave a short laugh. �In my experience, it�s easier and less painful to do that then to always think the best of people. I used to be like that, you know. It was many years ago, but I was.�

�What happened? If you don�t mind me asking, that is.�

�My private life is none of your business.�

�It�s fine by me if you don�t want to tell me, but do you really think you can go back to sleep after that nightmare?� Her face went pale. �I thought not. Can you think of anything better to do?�

She thought about it for a little while. �Could I get another glass of water?�

�Sure. Hungry?�

Riley licked her lips. �Famished.�

�I�ll be back in a couple minutes. I bought some food earlier. I hope you aren�t terribly picky.�

Krycek got up and headed into the kitchen, taking some apples out of the plastic grocery bag and cutting them up into small slices. He put them on a plate with some crackers, cookies slices of cold meat, buns, and other small pieces of fruit. He filled the glass of water and went back to Riley. She eyed the glass of water, licking her lips. He held the glass up to her and she leaned forward to drink. She took a couple long drinks from it and indicated that she was done with that for now.

�I wasn�t really sure what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything. What would you like first?�

She eyed the plate. �Do you intend to feed me like a child?�

�I�m not letting you out of those cuffs.�

�Congratulations, Krycek. You would be hard pressed to find something more humiliating than that.�

�It wasn�t my intention to humiliate you. I just can�t let you starve.� He held a slice of apple up to her. �You need to eat something, Riley.�

�Lucky for you, my stomach agrees with you,� she grumbled. �Apple will be fine.�

He brought the piece up to her mouth. She bit off a piece, chewed a couple times and swallowed. He popped the rest of it into her mouth and picked up another. When the apples were finished, she decided she wanted some of the sliced ham and some more water. It didn�t take her long to finish everything on the plate. She lay back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

�Feel better?� he asked her, studying her face.

�A little. You keep insisting that you can�t help me with the rest, so I guess I�m as good as I can be.�

�I�m glad.� They sat there in an awkward silence, Krycek looking into her eyes, Riley, watching his facial expression. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. �What? What�s so funny?�

She shook her head. �The sheer ridiculousness of this situation is just too much. I�m tied up being hand fed bite sized pieces of fruit. If my mom were still around, she�d be teasing me about how this looks. �Oh, how romantic,� she�d say. Or maybe even �that looks really kinky�. Probably both. Mom always was a little�odd.�

�She sounds like my kind of person. What happened to her?�

�You just don�t give up, do you?�

�It�s not a part of my personality, no.�

She sighed. �I�ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.�

�That sounds fair enough. I�ll start, even though there isn�t much to tell. My parents immigrated to the States during the Cold War. I went through the academy and was partnered up with an F.B.I agent by the name of Fox Mulder.� When he said that name, Riley twitched, but didn�t say anything, so he continued. �I don�t clearly remember when I started working for the Syndicate. Some days it seems like I always have. I�ve done a lot of things over the last few years that I�m not particularly proud of, but they had to be done.� He looked down at his hands. �So what about you? You seem like you have a lot to tell.�

�You�d better sit back. It�s a long story.�
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