Title: A Day In The Life

Author: Melanie-Anne

Email: melani_anne

Rating: PG

Category: S

Spoilers: Teeny mention of 'S.R. 819', mytharc spoilers, I guess.

Summary: Takes placed mid-season 6. No real plot, just some Krycek-fluff.

Disclaimer: Not mine. That honor belongs to Chris Carter and 1013 productions *sigh*

A/N: Thanks to my betas, Winnie and Getty *hugs*

He rolled onto his stomach, hiding his head beneath his pillow to shut out the noise of the beeping alarm clock. Still, the clock's annoying blare meant that he'd managed to sleep through the entire night. No midnight call had summoned him to some forsaken part of the planet.

Sighing, he reached out and turned the alarm off. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawned.

He was definitely not a morning person.

I hate my life. It was his usual thought upon waking.

He yawned again, then stood and walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. A sleek, gray striped cat weaved between his legs, meowing to indicate that she was hungry. He picked her up and she nudged his chin with her head.

"Patience, Felice."

He opened a can of tuna and emptied it into her bowl, then poured some milk into a saucer. She purred in satisfaction, greedily gulping down the tuna. Mrs. Smith from next door, who usually watched Felice while he was away, had given her tuna one night. Since then, the stubborn cat had refused to eat anything else.

Felice was the only female in his life. He supposed that some people could it see that as sad. Not that he had time for a relationship with a real woman. He couldn't afford to form any attachments. Besides, his job was far too dangerous and he wasn't much of a people person anyway.

Which was probably why he was so suited to his current line of work.

He'd been vaccinated, but he couldn't picture himself trying to explain to a potential girlfriend that she needed to be immunized against an alien virus. She'd probably just laugh.

As he had laughed when the Consortium had first approached him. He'd soon realized how serious the men were and after carefully weighing up his options, he'd decided to be on the side of those in control.

He sipped his coffee slowly and thought back to the first time he'd killed an alien. It had been like nothing he'd ever seen before. The body had literally melted away in front of him. That was the day he'd become convinced that he was doing the right thing.

And now… Now killing alien bounty hunters was all in a day's work.

Mulder just didn't understand. They couldn't let the public know what was going on. The panic and chaos that would result was unimaginable. He didn't enjoy hurting people, but he was willing to do whatever was necessary to keep things secret.

The phone rang and he hesitated before answering.

Lately he'd become a little suspicious about his bosses. Marita, the one person he considered a friend, had disappeared without a trace. He had a feeling that the Consortium was responsible.

Maybe it was time for him to get out….

Still, he couldn't let the phone ring forever.

"Krycek."

"We need you to deal with a problem." It was the man with the hoarse voice. Every time Krycek heard him, he was reminded of Marlon Brando in 'The Godfather'.

"What has Mulder done now?"

Almost every time he was contacted, he was usually told to fix a situation that Mulder had meddled in. He was sure that the FBI agent would one day be the death of him. Would he never learn to just leave things alone?

"For a change it's not Mulder who is the problem." The man chuckled. " Tell me, what do you know about S.R. 819?"

Krycek sighed and sat down. He had a feeling that this was going to be a long day. Gone were the days where the cloak-and-dagger lifestyle had been exciting. He'd seen and done too much.

His tone was resigned as he spoke again.

"What do you need me to do?"

The caller took five minutes to explain, then hung up without waiting to hear anything further.

Krycek showered and dressed quickly. Before he left, he knocked on Mrs. Smith's door. He handed Felice over, making a hasty apology. Quickly thanking her, he turned and walked away, managing to escape the usual "You're such a nice boy. When are you going to find a nice girl and settle down?"

Glancing at his watch, he hurried off to the usual meeting place. It wouldn't do to be late. He just hoped, for a change, that he'd be home in time for dinner.