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Hunter�s Moon
Fandom: Angel/X-Files

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 04: Only human
Caritas

8:15 pm
Krycek and Mulder both felt their jaws drop while Scully just stared. A young woman had just walked down into Caritas. She had blond hair that fell into her charcoal grey eyes. She wore a blood red sleeveless shirt that showed her midriff and a pair of leather pants with high heeled boots with the tops hidden under the pant legs. She had a ring made of black hematite on the pinky finger of her right hand and a silver ring studded with diamond chips on her ring finger. A silver arm band was twisted around her right upper arm. Around her neck were a silver chain with a Japanese 50 yen coin and a black chocker with a dragon pendant hanging from it, clutching a teardrop-shaped piece of obsidian. In one hand she carried a large, long leather trench coat. Her face was expressionless as she looked around, searching. Her gaze slowly moved over to where they were standing. As her eyes moved over Krycek, he felt his knees turn to jelly and only his firm grip on the bar kept him from collapsing. She saw Lorne and headed over towards him.

�Good evening, Riley,� he said weakly.

�Hi,� she said shortly, looking at Krycek, Mulder, and Scully. �Friends of yours?�

�These two are,� he said indicating Mulder and Scully. �I�m not sure about the other guy, though.�

�Right. I need to talk to you. Alone.�

�Sure, whatever you need.� He turned to Mulder. �This is really kind of important. I�ll be back as soon as I can.� He led the girl towards the back of the room where they proceeded to talk in soft tones.

Krycek and Mulder continued to stare. Scully rolled her eyes. �One would think that you two were high school boys with the way you�re staring. Are you both controlled by your hormones or what?�

�You wouldn�t understand, Scully,� Mulder stated.

�We don�t agree on many things, Mulder, but I think we both agree that she�s gorgeous,� Krycek said.

�Yes, she is,� he agreed. �I wonder what she�s doing here?�

�Probably getting advice,� someone said from beside them. It was the team from Angel Investigations, the people that Krycek had talked to earlier. It was Wesley that had spoken.

Cordelia flashed a smile at Krycek. �Nice to see you again. I hope we didn�t scare you this morning.�

�It was just a bit much to process at the time. I think I�m ok now.�

Mulder looked from Cordelia to Krycek and then to the others. �You know this dirt bag?�

Cordelia looked a little puzzled. �Dirt bag? We met him this morning, but I don�t see that there�s any need to call him a dirt bag.�

�Who are you people anyways?� Angel asked.

�I�m Mulder and this is Scully. You?�

After they finished introducing themselves, Angel said, �You�re the F.B.I agents that the Detective Lockely brought in aren�t you?�

�How do you know that?� Scully asked.

�We�re investigating this, too. We do the demon hunting thing, too and are naturally curious about others doing the same thing,� Gunn said.

�It can be bad for business to have competition,� Cordelia added, not really taking her eyes off Krycek.

�So you guys also hunt demons?� Mulder asked.

�It certainly would explain how you know all about that stuff,� Krycek muttered to himself. �What I want to know is why you�d do something like that, Angel. Being what you are and all.�

Mulder frowned. �He�s human.�

Angel looked at him. �Correction. Used to be.� Before Mulder or Scully could say anything, Angel�s face turned from its smooth, human face to the bumpy, ridged visage of his true vampire self. The sight caused them to jump backwards. �I�m a vampire,� he explained. �Don�t worry, I won�t bite.�

�It would appear that we have a lot of explaining to do,� Wesley said, sighing.
Three hours later�
After hearing Angel�s story, Mulder had the feeling that he�d either been drinking way too much or hadn�t had enough. The story he�d just heard was too bizarre even for his taste. Vampires? Vampire Slayer? None of it made any sort of rational sense. For a while, he�d wondered if these people were just a little crazy. Towards the end, he�d tossed that theory out the window. There was way too much detail in it for this to be a collective insanity. Krycek had looked bored through it, but he�d also heard it already that day.

While Mulder had accepted it as true, Scully was having a harder time, even faced with the hard physical evidence dished up to her in the form of Angel�s face and tendency to dink pig�s blood as well as in the bodies she�d examined in the morgue. She was used to Mulder�s obsessive search for aliens, but to discover that they weren�t alone on their own planet was like suddenly being handed proof that Santa Clause existed or something equally as earth shattering.

By now most of the clientele had left, leaving only a few extremely drunk Bracken demons, the odd vampire, Lorne, the blond girl, and them left in the bar. There was a vampire up on the stage wailing out an old Aretha Franklin tune. Lorne and the girl were hidden in the shadows, still talking in hushed tones. Krycek kept looking in their direction, trying to make her face out.

�I wonder who she is,� he finally said, startling everyone.

�Wonder who who is?� Wesley asked.

�This girl that came in to talk to Lorne just before you guys showed up,� Mulder explained. �Very good looking.�

Lorne walked over to them. The girl didn�t follow, but headed to the bar instead. Fred watched her move and shook her head. �Sorry about that, folks. I didn�t think that would take as long as it did.�

�Who is that anyways?� Mulder asked him.

�She�s an old friend of mine that prefers to be anonymous. She gets enough public attention, so she tries to avoid it when she can.� Lorne looked briefly back at the blond girl sipping at a dark red fizzy drink. �Hot though, isn�t she?�

�You won�t get any argument from me,� Mulder stated.

Scully glared at him. �That�s not very professional of you.�

�It�s my opinion that she�s an exceptionally attractive woman.�

�Men are all the same,� Cordelia muttered.

�Not all of them,� Lorne pointed out. �Some act on their hormonal urges.�

�Speaking of hormones, where did Krycek go?� Scully asked, looking around. They finally spotted him at the bar, sliding onto the stool beside the girl.

�Well, if any of you are in need of entertainment, just keep watching.� Lorne put his head in his hands.

�Why�s that?� Angel asked, curiosity eating at him.

�She isn�t particularly fond of men.�
Krycek slid onto the stool beside the blond and looked at the drink in her hands. �Hi there,� he started, smiling. She looked at him briefly and turned back to her drink. Not discouraged, he tried again. �What�s your name?� Still no response. �I�m Alex Krycek.�

�I don�t really care,� she said, taking a sip of her drink.

Undeterred, he continued on. �Do you come here often?� Nothing. �That drink looks good. What is it?�

�Arsenic.�

He laughed. �You�re funny.�

�I was serious.�

He gave her a strange look. Something caught his attention. �There�s something on your cheek,� he said, reaching for it, thinking that it was a piece of string or something. Before he could complete his reach, he found himself with his cheek plastered to the bar with that arm twisted behind his back. The woman had moved faster than he�d thought possible.

�Don�t touch me,� she hissed in his ear.

�I thought this place has a non-violence thing on it.�

�That only works if you intend to hurt someone. This was meant as a warning,� she explained, using a tone one would typically take with a small child. �If you try and touch me again, I will hurt you.�

�You�re fast,� Krycek said admiringly as he tried to pull away. When he couldn�t he added, �Strong, too.�

�I don�t take compliments well,� she told him, letting him go.

He moved away from the bar, rubbing his cheek. �Why�s that?�

She glared at him. �You�re awfully curious. It�ll get you killed one of these days.�

�Oh come on, Riles,� Fred said, walking over. �You know curiosity only kills cats.�

She stared at the other girl. �Huh?�

�Well, curiosity killed the cat and as you can see, he�s clearly a rat.�

Everyone stared at Fred. Mulder started laughing and when he saw the offended look on Krycek�s face he laughed even louder. �Oh don�t look so irritated, Krycek. I�ve been calling you a rat for years. You�re just never around or not paying attention.�

�So you two don�t like each other?� Cordelia asked, looking between Mulder and Krycek.

�You could say that,� they said in unison and then glared at each other.

The blond who Fred had addressed as Riles threw her hands up in the air. �I�ve got better things to do with my time than stand here and watch a Cock fight,� she said, walking out. Krycek started to go after her, but Fred stopped him.

�That�s not a good idea,� she told him.

�Why�s that?�

�It�s not something I should talk about, but she doesn�t particularly like men. As far as I know, she�s always been like that.�

�You know her?� Gunn asked. �Why didn�t you tell us you had hot friends?�

�Because she prefers to be left alone. She�s an old friend of mine, going back to the sixth grade. I met her two years before that, but we weren�t friends then.�

�What�s her name?� Mulder asked, barely containing his interest.

�You called her Riles,� Krycek said. �That sounds like a nickname.�

�It is, but I can�t tell you her real name.�

�Why?�

�She prefers not to have people know it, as if they know it they can find her and she doesn�t want to be found.�

�She�s a runaway, isn�t she?� Scully concluded.

�No. She just doesn�t want people finding her house.�

�I see.� Krycek looked at the door, an odd look in his face. �Private type.�

�Yes! That�s it exactly.� Fred smiled. �So I do strongly suggest that you leave her alone.�

�Sure, whatever,� Krycek said, sounding distracted. He headed out the door.

�I don�t understand him.� Mulder shook his head. �The man�s a killer, working for some secret agency and yet all it takes is a pretty face to turn his brain to oatmeal.�

�Give him some credit, Mulder,� Angel scolded. �He�s only human after all.�
An alley behind Caritas

10 minutes later
She watched Krycek come out of Caritas and look around, searching for something. She ducked further into the shadows. Damn. He�d better not be looking for me. Slamming his face into the bar should�ve been a clear enough message. As he continued to look around, she gritted her teeth. There�s only one solution to this problem.

She stepped out of the alley she was hiding in and leaned against the wall. �Looking for something?� she snarled.

He turned. �You could say that.�

�There�s nothing out here that could possibly be interesting.�

He walked towards her, his green eyes fixed on her face. �You�d be wrong there.�

�Keep away from me,� she warned.

He stopped right in front of her, repressing his urge to touch her face and run his hands through her silky-looking hair. �Why?�

�I don�t like you.�

�You�ve only just met me.�

�Doesn�t matter. I don�t need to know you to dislike you.�

�That�s hardly fair.�

�Life isn�t fair. Cope.�

�You sound like you�re speaking from personal experience.�

�That�s none of your business!� she snapped.

�You�re angry. Looks like I�ve hit a nerve.�

�Leave me alone.�

His facial expression softened. �I�d much rather get to know you.�

She sighed in exasperation. �What did I tell you earlier about curiosity?�

He ignored the question. �You seem like a nice girl.�

She laughed, a short, bitter sound. �I�m not.�

�What are you then?�

�You don�t want to know.�

�What if I do?�

�Then you�re either crazy or a fool,� she said, turning away and taking a few steps before Krycek spoke up again.

�What�re you afraid of?�

She stopped, pulled something out of her jacket and spun back towards Krycek, sending something flying towards him. The object was a small dagger and it pinned him to a wooden sign. The blade had sunk so deeply into the wood that he couldn�t pull it out. She walked back, a flat look on her face. Gripping the hilt of the dagger, she brought her face close enough to his that he caught a whiff of a faint vanilla scent. He could also finally identify the color of her eyes: charcoal grey so dark that the iris could barely be seen.

�I fear nothing,� she whispered. �If you follow me again, it won�t be your jacket that has holes put in it.� She straightened, pulling the dagger out of the wood and putting it back where it came from. �Do you understand?�

Krycek examined the hole in his jacket. �If you think this is enough of a deterrent, you�re very sadly mistaken.�

�Just stay away from me,� she said as she turned and walked away.

As she walked away, Krycek allowed himself a small smile. At least she hadn�t slammed him into the wall like he�d expected her to. On the other hand, there was now a hole in the sleeve of his leather jacket. That could be easily repaired or replaced. Despite her professed dislike of him, he wanted to know more. His nose was clogged with the smell of vanilla and he still felt warm from where she�d pressed against him in order to remove the blade from the wall. She�d felt soft yet muscular, as if she worked out on occasion. She was definitely strong, maybe a little stronger than he was.

The others came out of Caritas then, interrupting his thoughts. Fred looked at him with a thoughtful look on her face.

�I thought you�d figured out that it�s a good idea to leave her alone,� she said accusingly.

�I just came out to see if I could hail a taxi and she came out of the alley,� he said simply. �She started it, not me.�

�Really? Then explain why there�s a hole in your jacket.�

He looked down at his sleeve and then back at Fred. �I asked a simple question and she threw a knife at me.�

�You�re lucky to still be breathing properly. I know how good her aim is. Lucky for you it�s called murder if she throws a knife into your throat.�

Krycek went a little pale and Mulder looked very interested. �Would her aim be good enough to do something like this?� Mulder showed her a picture of a demon body with multiple stab wounds.

Angel took a look. �Y�know, something tells me that this one was killed by stabbing, not by someone throwing things at it.� He looked up. �I know a few things about causing pain.�

�I don�t think she�s the hunter anyways,� Wesley added. �She doesn�t quite have the physique to be doing that.�

�Neither does Buffy,� Cordelia reminded him. �I�ve seen her take down really large things that she shouldn�t have been able to.�

�She�s also the Slayer. There are only two Slayers. Faith and Buffy.�

�Something just occurred to me,� Angel said suddenly. �Buffy died for two minutes and Kendra was called. Kendra died and Faith was called. Buffy died again not to long ago and Willow brought her back. A third Slayer must have been called in her absence? What if it�s this girl?�

Scully threw her hands up in the air. �This is just too much. Don�t tell me that you buy any of this Chosen One stuff Mulder.�

�Actually, I�m with you on this one Scully. This is definitely the strangest thing anyone�s asked me to believe.�

�Stranger than aliens?� Gunn asked.

�I�ve seen aliens.�

�Sure you have,� he said with a patronizing smile on his face.

�Riley isn�t a Slayer,� Fred told them.

�You know this for sure? Without a doubt?� Angel asked her.

�Like I said, I�ve known her for a long time. We had dinner together a few nights ago. She would�ve said something if she had been Chosen. She knows what I do, who I work for. It would be useful for us to know if there was a Slayer in town. Besides,� Fred shrugged. �It�s a statistical improbability for there to be three Slayers in this area. I mean, Faith�s in jail here and Buffy�s down in Sunnydale. In all likelihood, the new Slayer would be elsewhere, maybe in Europe or Asia, or maybe even Africa like Kendra was.�

�Hmm. So much for that theory.� Angel sighed. �So we�re back to either very strong or demon hunter.�

�Or both,� Wesley added. �I was once a rogue demon hunter, so I know a few things about the profession.�

Cordelia snorted. �Yeah, and we all know how well you did at that.� Angel snickered as well while the others exchanged confused looks.

Wesley looked hurt. �I�ll have you know that I took down several demons before I joined up with Angel investigations.�

�Sure, Wes. Whatever you say,� Angel said, trying to keep a straight face.

Krycek wasn�t really listening. He wandered off down the street, hands in his jacket pockets.

They watched him go. �He�s acting really strangely,� Scully observed.

�If I�d known that all it took to turn his brain to mush was a pretty face, I would have used it against him a long time ago,� Mulder commented. �It would be a lot easier to get information out of him about the Cancer Man and other things.�

�Mulder!� Scully scolded. �How would you like it if someone did that to you?�

�I�d enjoy it more than someone slamming me into a wall and holding a gun to my head.�

�Touch�,� she agreed.

As they went their separate ways, Fred lagged behind the others, lost in thought. Should I have told them what I know? Or was it enough to tell them she�s not a Slayer? It�ll have to be. I don�t know how much I should tell them. I know how Riley feels about people interfering in her personal life. I�ll have to talk to her about it the next time I see her.
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