TITLE: Talking About Lexy
AUTHOR: Meghan O'Connor 
EMAIL: gyrfalcon@yahoo.com
FEEDBACK: Please! The more I get, the more you get! 
DISCLAIMER: The LGM, Krycek, and anyone else you recognize are 
1013's. However, Rachel Ann MacGregor is all mine. 
SPOILERS: The X-Files, all up to the last season finale, and the LGM 
CATEGORY: LGM/other, Krycek/Other 
SYNOPSIS: Rachel tells the guys almost everything about Lexy's 
visit. Surprise at the end!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Read "Flashes before your eyes" first. I've decided 
to put Rachel in two alternate timelines. This one, where she knows 
Krycek, will be called the "Flashes Series". Too obvious? Too Bad!

She sat on the couch, a glass of J&B in her hand. It matched the one 
in Frohike's hand next to her. Scully sat in the armchair as Byers 
and Langly perched in computer chairs across from them. Mulder sat 
in the remaining armchair near the couch.

"I'm sorry to drag you two away from whatever plans you had tonight."

Scully waved her hand in negation. "You said it was important. You 
need us right now."

Rachel looked up, infinitely sad at that remark. Ok, Please don't 
interrupt me, then. I'm really still processing all this." Frohike 
patted her shoulder as she took a drink.

She took a deep breath. "As you know, I ran into a friend from my 
college years lately." They all nodded. "Well, he was actually more 
than a friend. We met in poetry class, the only English elective we 
could both stand. I majored in Engineering, he in Criminal Justice. 
We dated, fell in love, and moved in together. I lived with him for 
three years, and we had plans for the future. Then one day, I came 
home to an apartment where all his things were gone, and a note lay 
on the hall table." She blinked, not noticing the Gunmen's knowing 
looks at each other. Scully looked sympathetic and Mulder just 
looked confused.

"I took off the ring that day and never wore it again. The note said 
he had been recruited by another, less public agency, and he had to 
leave immediately. He wished me well, said have a nice life, and 
he'd never see me again. I completely believed that until last 
week. I ran into him in the grocery store of all places. I was 
stunned. He asked to come over to explain what happened, and I 
agreed, and gave him my address. He came over earlier tonight, sat 
on my couch, and saw my copy of the Gunmen's paper." Byers looked at 
the other two, frowning so they wouldn't say anything.

"He promptly warned me that they knew dangerous people, people whose 
friends tended to get hurt." Mulder opened his mouth, But Langly 
reached across and grabbed his arm. He fell silent. "I told him I 
trusted them with my life. He'd certainly not given me a reason to 
trust him, he left me. He apologized and promised to leave me alone 
unless my life was in danger, then he left." Her eyes closed in 
pain, then opened slowly. Her lashes were wet with unshed tears. "I 
realized you knew him, that he'd taken his mother's maiden name." 
Mulder looked really lost, but Scully's face was tightening in 
comprehension. "The last name he was born with was Knight. I used 
to tease him about it, call him my white knight. You knew him as 
Alex Krycek."

Mulder was towering over her in a flash, yelling. Scully rushed to 
restrain him as Frohike held out an arm in protection. "How could 
you? He murdered my father and Scully's sister! How could you be in 
league with that devil?" 

Rachel stood, fists clenched and eyes flashing. Frohike was trying 
to interject a defense. "Mulder, man, chill! Weren't you 
listening? She said she knew him before he joined up."

She hissed at him in fury. "Yes, Mulder. Weren't you listening? 
You've known Krycek was evil for years. I've only had a day to 
reconcile that the man I intended to spend the rest of my life with 
is a killer and a traitor." She sat back down. Mulder retreated to 
his own chair, Scully nearby. "When I knew him, he was one of the 
good guys. He wanted to join the FBI and make bad guys pay, see that 
justice was done. He had hopes and dreams and ambition, and I was a 
part of that. I didn't connect your Krycek with my Lexy until now, I 
only met his mom once. She'd taken her maiden name back when his dad 
died." All the tension left her body as she sagged against Frohike. 
Her eyes seemed to search Mulder's, begging for an answer. "Who are 
they, Mulder? What kind of men could make a good man sell his soul? 
When you knew him, did Alex ever seem weak?"

Byers answered before Mulder could. He hoped he was answering her 
real question. "Krycek was never weak, Rae. Everyone has a price. 
Somehow, they found his. Think about this. If he truly loved you 
that much, may not have your safety been that price?" She looked up 
as they all turned to stare at Byers. He plunged ahead with his 
theory. "Mulder went to the ends of the earth to save Scully. 
Literally. Maybe Krycek hated himself after helping with her 
abduction, hated that he hadn't gone to those lengths for you, 
regretted that he gave in to a threat. Bitterness and loss can 
change a man for better or for worse."

She took another drink. "Thank you, John. That… helps. I think." 
Mulder started apologizing, but she just held up her hand for 
silence. "You reacted from the heart, Mulder. It's okay. I just 
thought you all had the right to know."

Frohike stood and held out his hand. When she took it, he pulled her 
off the couch into a hug. "You don't know what it means to us, Rae. 
You trust us enough to be honest with us even when you don't have 
to. That means a lot." Byers and Langly mouthed their agreements as 
they moved into a group hug. They broke apart after a minute, but 
Frohike still had an arm around her waist. "C'mon, chickadee. You 
can crash in the extra room. I think Langly has a clean shirt you 
can wear, and we'll talk more in the morning. You're in no condition 
to be alone." She smiled, wiping her eyes and nodding.

Mulder was contrite. "Look, Rae, I'm really sorry."

"S'ok. Go home, Mulder." She looked at Scully who seemed amazingly 
understanding. Scully just looked back.

"Curse of being a woman. Get some sleep." She led Mulder towards 
the door. Langly ran to get a shirt as Byers locked the door behind 
the agents. Frohike led her to the guest room upstairs Langly 
headed awkwardly back down after apologizing for not having a shirt 
that wouldn't stand on its own. Frohike went in his room, then came 
back with the top to his blue cloud pjs that he usually wore under 
his Kevlar vest. She thanked him, then shut the door.

A knock sounded a moment later. "Which one is it?"

She heard a low chuckle. "Frohike. I made you some cocoa, it should 
help you sleep." 

She slid the door open. She grabbed the mug before he could drop it 
as he gasped a little. His gaze slid up her shapely legs to the hem 
of his nightshirt just above her knees, to her pale throat and hint 
of cleavage where the first button started, to the riot of copper 
curls massed around her face. She always wore her hair in a French 
braid, he'd had no idea how curly or long it really was. He finally 
met her amused eyes twinkling sagely above the mug as she 
sipped. "Thank you." Suddenly serious, she dropped her 
gaze. "Ummm… seriously, if you guys decide you don't want me around 
anymore, I'll understand." 

She was cut off by the finger he placed against her lips to quiet 
her. "Rachel, enough. We do have to talk about what this could all 
mean, but you're not going anywhere. You're smart, beautiful, 
talented, trustworthy and honest. What's not to want?"

She smiled as he dropped his hand. Stepping closer, she 
whispered. "You don't know how much that means to me. I'm glad it's 
not too late." Before he could respond, her lips were warmly pressed 
against his. The kiss was short and sweet, and rocked his world in 
the space of a second. She stepped back and lifted the mug to 
him. "Good night Frohike. Thank you."

He stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. He wasn't 
sure how he got back to the kitchen and only came to when he sat 
heavily in one of the dining chairs. Was it possible? Was Rachel in 
love with him?