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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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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

Archive: Anywhere, just give credit where credit is due

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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 06: Dance with me
Wolfram and Hart

7:25 pm
Mulder and Scully looked around at the crowd containing Los Angeles�s well-to-do dressed in their finest. Beside them stood Detective Lockely dressed in a plain red spaghetti-strap dress. She looked as bored as Scully felt.

�Why are we here again?� Scully asked. She was wearing a scoop necked long green dress with long sleeves. It looked great on her.

�I got word that Krycek was going to be here,� Mulder replied. �I want to know why. What�s his connection to Wolfram and Hart? Are they in some way associated with the Smoking Man?�

Lockely sighed. �I know this guy�s a killer, but you sound somewhat obsessed by this.�

�Don�t start,� Scully warned her, cutting off Mulder�s reply. �Krycek is a rather sensitive subject with him.�

�Isn�t that him over there?� Lockely pointed suddenly. They turned to look. Krycek had walked into the room with a brunette in a slinky black dress beside him. He was wearing a suit and looked distracted as did she. She poked him in the shoulder and led him over to a brown haired man who was also wearing a suit. He turned when they came over. From the look on his face, what he said to the brunette wasn�t particularly nice.

�I know you don�t like him, Mulder, but you have to admit. He looks really nice in a suit,� Scully observed.

�I wonder what they�re talking about,� Mulder said, ignoring Scully�s remark.
�Now, now, Lindsey. That wasn�t a very nice thing to say to a coworker,� Lilah replied coolly, handing Krycek a drink from the table beside her and then taking one for herself.

�What do you want, anyways?� Lindsey asked, sounding very bored.

�I�d like you to meet Alex Krycek.�

Lindsey looked at Krycek. �You would be Lilah�s source regarding the demon hunter.�

Krycek nodded. �You must be Lindsey MacDonald, the guy who had a hand replaced.�

�You�ve done your homework,� Lindsey said, surprised.

�Not really. Lilah told me. The only reason I�m here is to talk to you about that.�

Lindsey looked down at Krycek�s hands and easily spotted the fake one. �I can say with complete confidence that I know exactly how that feels.�

Lilah smirked. �I�ll leave you two boys to talk while I go be social,� she said and walked away.

Lindsey watched her go. �So this is how Lilah gets dates. I didn�t think she would stoop to bribery, though.�

�So what�s the deal with your arm?�

�Getting straight to the point. I respect that. What do you want to know first?�

�What happened to it?�

�Ah. A year or so ago, our firm was trying to retrieve something of ours. Angel and his group got involved as they wanted the same thing. Things got hairy and I wound up with the thing in my hand, trying to destroy it to keep it away from him. He took exception to this and cut off my hand right about here with a sword of some sort,� he said, indicating the spot on his forearm.

�At least you had a sword. Mine was sawed off by a bunch of Russians who said that they�d keep me safe.�

Lindsey winced. �Ouch.�

�How did you get it back?� Krycek continued.

�A former employee of our firm, Holland Manners, set up a doctor�s appointment for me without telling me what it was for. When I woke up, I had a new arm. I�m told that there was a shaman of some sort involved in the process. I met the arm donor and destroyed him at his request along with the rest of the donor bank. Knowing the firm, though, they have others. Law is a hazardous line of work.�

Krycek wisely didn�t say anything about that. �I�m told that if I provide useful information to the firm that I could get my arm back. What you�ve told me isn�t the strangest thing I�ve ever heard, but it comes close.�

Lindsey eyed him suspiciously. �Who are you anyways? I know your name, but what is it, exactly, that you do?�

�If I told you that, I�d have to kill you.� Lindsey laughed. �I�m serious. It�s part of what I do.�

Lindsey looked like he wanted to ask more, but something behind Krycek caught his attention. �Now there�s something I haven�t seen in a long time.�

Krycek turned and nearly dropped his drink. It was her. The blond from Caritas, the same woman who had haunted his dreams the night before. She was with a much older man and seemed rather unhappy about it. He turned to Lindsey. �You know her?� he asked, hoping that he had a name.

�Her name is Riley Hunter. The man with her is Linwood, a representative of the Senior partners. I�m not sure what their relationship is, but she can�t stand him.� He eyed Krycek. �That�s a very odd look on your face. Is something wrong?�

�I�ve seen her before. She put a hole in my jacket.�

�Let me guess, you tried to flirt with her and she threw a knife at you.�

�How�d you guess?�

�It�s how she works. She hasn�t thrown a knife at me yet, but I haven�t really given her much reason to.� He turned his gaze back to Riley. �That dress looks absolutely fabulous on her.�

Krycek blinked and looked at what she was wearing. He�d been too shocked to see her again that he hadn�t really noticed. Her blond hair was left loose and it looked like she wasn�t wearing any make up. She had some teardrop shaped obsidian earrings that matched part of the pendant she wore on a white gold chain around her neck. Her dress was velvet in a very dark red with thick, off the shoulder straps. The dress was floor length. It was tight around her upper body and got looser the closer to the ground it got. The skirt of the dress swirled lightly as she walked, revealing the black pumps that she wore on her surprisingly small feet.

�She�s even more beautiful than she was the last time I saw her,� Krycek breathed, taking a step towards her.

Lindsey stopped him. �She hates these sorts of things about as much as she hates men. Talking to men will only irritate her more, especially if she�s already indicated that she doesn�t like you.�

Krycek wasn�t listening. He shrugged Lindsey�s hand off and headed in Riley�s direction. Lindsey sighed. �Well, I tried to warn him.�
Riley was bored. Not just a regular bored, but absolutely mind numbingly bored. She leaned against a wall with a glass in one hand, staring contemptuously at the swarm of people. She wished that she was anywhere but in that hall. She had no problem with a charity benefit party, but after countless similar parties with all of the same people in attendance, it started to get old. With a casual glance, she could pick out the people she wanted to avoid, people her uncle worked with, and the odd new face.

She frowned. There were a few faces that were new but looked somewhat familiar. She shrugged. They were probably affiliated with the studio that she was currently working with. With that thought in mind, she decided to avoid them.

Looking at the clock on the wall near her, she decided that she�d stay for a couple hours. That was enough time to be considered social, but after that, she�d leave. Satisfied with that, she took a sip of her drink.

�Hi there,� a polite voice said from beside her.

Riley chocked back the small sip and turned to rebuke the speaker. She rolled her eyes. �What the hell are you doing here?�

Krycek looked at her, holding a drink in his hand. �I was invited. Honestly, I was quite surprised to see you here. You didn�t seem like the kind of person that would come to something like this.�

�Yes, because you know so very much about me,� Riley said with a voice dripping with sarcasm. She took another sip. �Although, you don�t seem like this type, either.�

�And what, exactly, would you say that my type of person is?� Krycek asked her. He surprised himself in that he was actually interested in the answer; he wasn�t just making conversation.

Riley gave him an odd look. �You really want to know?� He nodded. �You look like the least civilized person I�ve ever seen, and I�ve been around. Based on what I�ve seen of you, I�d say that you deal in violence, possibly even to the point of killing people. As for your type, you strike me as being very rat-like.�

�Why do people insist on labeling me as a rat?� he grumped.

�It�s something in your facial features.� She shook her head. �Why do you care what I think anyways?�

�I think you�re interesting.�

�I�m dangerous, too,� she reminded him.

�I�m thinking that there are too many people here for you to be throwing knives at me. Assuming, of course, that you have any room under that dress to hide one.�

Riley narrowed her eyes. �I�d stop that thought there if I were you,� she warned.

He leaned closer to her. �Or what? You�ll pull whatever knife you have hidden under there on me? Throw me over your shoulder? Again, I think that there are too many people here for that.�

Before Riley could reply to that, the man she�d come in with walked over with a big smile on his face. �Riley! I see that you�ve made a new friend. Why don�t you two go share a dance?�

�But-� she started to protest.

He shook his head. �No buts, Riley. Go on. Dance. There�s no need to be shy about it.� He walked behind them and gave them a push towards the floor where other couples were already dancing.

Krycek gave in easily enough and took Riley�s arm. She looked extremely unhappy about the whole business. When they reached the floor, she leaned forward. �If you try anything, I�ll find you, rip your arms off, and beat you to death with them,� she hissed in his ear.

�I never had any intention to try anything,� he whispered back. He felt an electric shock go up his arm as he took her hand, placing his prosthetic one on her waist, hoping that she wouldn�t notice. She looked uncomfortable enough as it was. �I only wanted to get to know you. Like I said, you�re an interesting person.�

She looked away from him. �I�m not really that interesting.� She sounded almost sad at that.

�Really? Why don�t you tell me a bit about yourself and let me form my own opinion?�

�There�s no reason to tell you anything. I don�t expect to ever see you again or have anything to do with you when this dance is over with.�

�That�s what I thought about you at first, but then I saw you here,� he pointed out.

�That�s beside the point.�

�What is the point?�

�I don�t like you.�

�Why? What is it about me that you don�t like?�

�It starts with your Y chromosome and works its way up to the killing thing.�

�I never said that I�d killed anyone.�

�Ah, but you didn�t deny it either. I don�t respect anyone who takes human lives.�

Krycek thought about that. �Not at all?�

�What reason could I possibly have to do so? There are so few acceptable reasons to kill someone or order their death that the chances of you having one are astronomically low.�

�I�m not entirely sure how to reply to that,� he admitted. �I can�t say that I like what I do. I get my orders and I carry them out with whatever means are necessary. Sometimes I have to kill. It�s just a part of the job.�

Riley looked slightly taken aback. �At least you�re honest about that.�

�This is really unfair. You know what I do, but I still know nothing about you.�

�If you must know, I�m an actor.�

�That sounds interesting.�

�It�s not as great as you�d think. It�s tedious and mind numbing. I hate crowds, and yet my job forces me to deal with them. Never mind my uncle, who�s always trying to get me to come to these things or set me up with some associate of his or another.�

�Rough life,� he commented sarcastically. �You look like you came from the upper levels of society.�

�What�s it to you?�

�What do you really know about hardship?�

�More than you think.� The song ended then and Riley pulled away. �I�ve had enough of this. I don�t care what my uncle thinks. Don�t try and find me,� she warned, leaving the ball room and going outside onto the patio in front of the building with every intent on going to her car. No one else was out there, so she decided to stay there for a little while. The night air was a bit cooler than she liked and she shivered a little as she headed over to lean on a railing. She hadn�t brought a coat with her and was now regretting it.

Krycek followed, stopping at the doorway. He watched her, leaning against the wall. The wind picked up slightly and teased her hair and played with the hem of her dress. Try as he might, he couldn�t figure out where, if at all, she could have hidden a knife. He shook his head. That hardly mattered. He walked over to her and she spun around, eyes blazing.

�I thought I told you not to follow me,� she hissed angrily.

�You look cold,� he said, ignoring her anger.

�What�s it to you?�

�I can�t stand to see a woman suffer,� he told her plainly and took his jacket off, and putting it on her. �You could catch a cold dressed the way you are.�

She glared at him. �I didn�t ask for your help. Besides, my car is just over there. I was going to head over there before you interrupted me.�

�I�m not stopping you,� he told her. �I just didn�t want you to get cold.�

�It�s not even that cold out here.�

Krycek rolled his eyes and took a few steps towards her. She stiffened, but didn�t move away. �Oh please. There�s no need to be so stubborn. Look at you. You�re wearing less than I am and I�m freezing out here. I�m used to suffering like this, but you don�t look like you are. You look like you haven�t seen any hardships in your life at all.� He reached forward and placed his hand on her shoulder.

She slapped it away. �You know nothing about what my life is like, so don�t you dare to presume anything about me!�

�If you would tell something about yourself maybe I wouldn�t irritate you so much by making those kinds of presumptions,� Krycek suggested.

This only irritated her more. �You are the most infuriating man I�ve ever met!�

�Well, at least I rank somewhere in your life.�

Before she could make any sort of a reply to that, a large group of people with misshapen faces headed towards them, clearly making a beeline for Riley and ignoring Krycek completely. He stared at them, not really knowing what to think. Riley, on the other hand, tensed.
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