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Good Intentions by Maidenjedi
Summary: Deslea's rec: "Even the darkest of us rise or fall by good intentions. An understated yet poignant account of the loss of a protegee." Existence missing scene. See also Good Intentions II: Closure.

TITLE: Good Intentions
AUTHOR: Maidenjedi
EMAIL: texgoddess@yahoo.com or
maidenjedi@hotmail.com
RATING: R
CATEGORY/KEYWORDS: post-ep
ARCHIVE: Yes. I'll submit to Gossamer directly.
SPOILERS: Existence because I'm naughty and can't
resist.
DISCLAIMER: They just aren't mine. I leave
the hard stuff to the big boys.
SUMMARY:

AUTHORS NOTES:
In a fit of creative frustration (this little
vignette slipped out. Please forgive me!


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I certainly never intended this to happen. Blood is
everywhere on this hard concrete floor, blood of a
protege I once considered telling all my secrets to.
If things had gone the way they should have, he'd be
standing over a long-time enemy, laughing at the
poetic
justice. Instead, his wooden arm lies outstretched,
like a puppet's, toward his unfired weapon.

I wonder who did it. Who fired the shot that killed
my last hope. Who made a mockery of my good
intentions.

All I wanted to do was save the world.

So did this man lying at my feet. His entire goal was
to stop what is now inevitable. He could've done it,
had that fool Mulder listened.

Mulder. Was it you, still seeking vengeance for the
dead? Was this the final twist of the knife your
mother inserted in my back?

Or was it that New Yorker, that cocky SOB that I
wasn't able to keep out of the X-files?

Was it Skinner? After all these years of torturing
him for the good of the Project, did he rebel?

I won't ever know for certain. There were no
witnesses.

There is a look of surprise on Krycek's face. I'm
reminded of a time, not so long ago, when that look
was rage, hatred, and a reluctant respect.

The sound of heels clicking, coming closer. I
involuntarily jerk, thinking for the briefest of
moments that this is Scully, come to finish the job
started with the death of this brilliant man, come to
remind me that the road to hell is paved with good
intentions.

But its not Scully. The blonde is dressed as casually
as I've ever seen her, in a blouse and jeans. Her
hair is disheveled and she's obviously out of breath,
tears are coursing down her cheeks. Who had contacted
her? How had she known? The questions must be
spelled out on my face because she speaks, "I don't
know, he just told me Alex had been killed."

I nod. Of course. They were always watching, weren't
they? Even now, with the Syndicate dead and gone,
there is always someone watching.

I throw my cigarette on the ground, like a flower on a
coffin. Marita's sobs pierce my ears, and I turn to
walk away so she won't know they also pierce my heart.
All I'd ever had were good intentions. Alex Krycek
is now a martyr for a futile cause.

My shoes are sticky with blood, and I know I'm leaving
tracks on the ground. They'll know it was me, even
though I'm dead to them, and they'll look for me in
dark corners and hallways, never suspecting that the
real threat is where it has always been.

In the skies.


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