Frozen in Time-Part 3—Round 1
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Alex stared hard at each member around the table, and again the yellow-eyed group had avoided his hard glares.

"Fine." He said firmly, fists clenched tightly at his sides. "I’ll find a way in myself." And with that, Alex spun on his heel and stalked out of the room. As he strode toward his room, possible plans ran though his head. Alex figured that rescuing Mulder was the easy part of the plan, after all, he may be 300 years out of practice, but subterfuge and covert activity was something that one never forgot how to do. Finding a way into the dome, now that would be the hard part.

Once at his room, Alex went through the drawers, looking for anything that might aid him in his journey. As he rummaged around, Alex thought to himself that the easiest way into any building was through the front door, all he had to do was find the city of domes front door and knock on it.

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"He’s right." Commented Jack. The large man had made to stop Alex from leaving the war room, but Wade placed a gentle hand on his arm and stopped him from doing so. "The best way is through the front door."

The entire group had been reading Alex’s turmoiled thoughts. Even Wade knew what Alex was thinking.

"Do you have a suggestion?" Commander Jefferson asked.

"Yes." Replied Jack.

"Go on." The commander encouraged.

"Beverly and I could go with commander Krycek. We could tell the officers at the gates that we escaped from the nomads. That will get us inside and if we have false memories of being captives and suffering at the hands of the nomads, then population control is sure to let us stay."

"Nomads?" Questioned Wade. He had always been told that the lands outside of the dome were poisoned with radiation, that no creature could live for long in the forbidden zone.

"I’ll explain it later." Said Jack, turning toward Wade,

"I don’t know." Hesitated the commander, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to risk the father of the revolution as well as his two best soldiers for the offspring of the founding father of the consortium movement.

Beverly, anxious to do her part piped in. "I think it will work Sam. If we implant into my memories that I used to be a civilian programmer within the ministry of defence, I’m sure that after they scan me, they will put me back to work in the department. Even in a low-level position, I’ll be able to gain access to the main frame. All I need to do is implant the virus that we’ve be working on and their defence grid will be rendered useless. You and the troops can storm in and retake the city in the name of the people and the revolution." Her dark golden eyes glowed with the thoughts of victory for the rebellion. She had spent her whole life living underground and fighting. She wanted to have a normal life.

"I can pass as former heavy labourer with the military. That way I can stay close to the captain, and back her up if need be."

The commander nodded, he liked the idea of the revolution taking over the city, its what they had been planning for generations. It seemed fitting that Alex Krycek should lead them. Jefferson pushed the romantic notion that the newly found Krycek would be their savoir and asked pragmatically, "What of Krycek? He may have been the leader and our founding father, but it’s been over 300 years. Times have changed a great deal since he first ran free on the planet. We cannot let population control discover his true identity. He will not be trained in the art of mind disguise like you two."

"We can keep him close to us by having the laboratory plant memories of him being a prostitute. The military will be sure to keep him inside the barracks."

"I doubt Alex will be thrilled to find out that his ‘cover’ is that of a well used whore." Interrupted Wade. "What if they try to have sex with him?" A pang of jealous streaked through Wade. Not so much because he wanted Alex for himself, though he did in a varying degree, but because Fox would not like another touching Krycek in such a way. Wade might be in love, but he was a realist. He knew where Fox Mulder’s devotions lay; Wade did not have to be a mind reader to figure that out.

Jack as well as all the others felt the strong emotions within the medic. The seasoned soldier smiled, the young man had no idea how transparent he really was to the rest of them. The young blond lusted for Alex Krycek and loved Fox Mulder.

"Well, I don’t see any other way to get him inside. The technology today is too far advanced from what he would remember, for him to learn in such a short amount of time." Stated Beverly.

"Besides," countered Jack, "I doubt Alex Krycek will stay in the military dome. Population control will probably send him to the consortium dome. You know as well as I do Wade that those old goats wouldn’t let such a good-looking man serve the regular army for long. I have no doubt that he will be passed around from one consortium dog to another, but commander Krycek is a soldier and I *know* he would willingly do whatever he has too to retrieve Fox Mulder. The two of them will most likely be housed together in the consortium dome. Bev and I can shut down the defence grid and when Commander Jefferson arrives, she and I will go and rescue them both."

Commander Jefferson nodded his assent. He looked to each member in the room. "Are we in agreement? Captains Scully and Adams and commander Krycek will make their way into the city and we will wait for the signal and then attack?" The members nodded in unison. "It’s settled then. Make haste Captain Adams. You can leave in twelve hours." The group in the room stood up and then filed out. Wade followed Beverly out and set off straight for Alex’s room to let him know that there was hope yet.

When the room was cleared, the commander called Jack back. "We need to set up some alternative plans in case things don’t go according to schedule..." The two men put their heads together and commander Jefferson brief Jack Scully on an alternate plan of action.

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No matter how much he washed, Mulder could not erase the stink of Lermontov from his body. He had been in the consortiums secure dome for one week now and in seven days, the minister had had sex with him twelve times. In the beginning, Fox fought the well kept fifty year-old, but a collar around his neck ensured that he did not ‘act up’ too much.

The collar was controlled by a small remote that the minister carried with him at all times. At the back of the metal collar, there was a number pad. Only the right combinations of numbers would release the apparatus. The collar worked much like a dog-training collar. Whenever Fox made the ‘wrong’ movement or said the wrong thing, the minister would depress a switch sending an electrical jolt through Fox. The force of the jolt depended on how severe the minister judged the infraction that Mulder had committed.

After five days, Fox gave up fighting too hard, and instead, put up with the minister’s attentions; preferring to concentrate on a way to get himself out of this mess. Once he escaped he might be able to find out what happened to Alex.

"Ohhhh Alex..." murmured Fox falling to his knees beneath the hot spray. He was sick with worry, no one would tell him a thing when it came to what had happened to his lover.

In fact, when Fox asked the minister, he was severely punished by the older man, whose jealousy concerning the much younger, far more handsome man was a clear as the crystal decanter on the dresser.

A loud knock at the bathroom door drew Fox’s attention away from the plight of his lover. He sighed heavily and standing up, he turned off the taps. "Who is it?" He asked. It couldn’t be Lermontov, he was in a meeting tonight; Fox had been given the night off.

"It’s Lieutenant Commander Morrison." Came the reply.

Fox grabbed the deep blue towel that carried the emblem of the ministry and wrapped it around his waist. He opened the door and stepped out of the steamy room. "What do you want?" He demanded, unable to keep the contempt from his voice.

The handsome Commander, decked out in his military ‘dress’ uniform, scratched underneath the cool metal collar that he wore. As soon as Mulder emerged from the minister’s bathroom, he quickly pulled his hand away from the embarrassing device. "I’m here to escort you to a get together that’s taking place after the meeting."

Mulder hmmphed cynically. He knew what the Commander really meant was that Fox was to appear on the Minister’s elbow for the rest of the night, dressed up and looking pretty so the old goat could show him off to the rest of the consortium pervs.

"The minister requests you presence as soon as possible." Morrison studied Mulder for a second, then pulled his gaze away from him and projected it toward the suit that hung on an expensive, 20th century antique coat rack. "I brought the suit that you are supposed to wear to the function."

The change in the formerly cocky commander was apparent to Mulder, who had only known the man a short while. Something was up; the commander was dressed to the nines and wearing a collar just like him. Mulder smiled, so the commander was being disciplined too. The former agent dropped his towel and as he dressed, he asked Morrison casually, "Do you know what happened to Alex?"

Morrison unconsciously fiddled with the collar then dropped his hand before answering. "No." He said dully.

Mulder did his pants up as Morrison answered him. "Liar!" He yelled just before launching himself at the much stronger soldier.

The commander easily wrestled Mulder to the bed and pinned him down. "I am telling you the truth Fox, I honestly don’t know where Alex is." He continued to hold down the struggling Mulder.

"Bastard, don’t think that I can’t see the lust you have for him in your eyes."

Suddenly, Morrison gave up. He let go of Mulder and stood.

Mulder got up off of the bed hesitantly and then resigning himself to the fact that regardless of what he wanted he was still going to have to get dressed and go with the Lieutenant Commander to the reception.

He resumed dressing.

"You’re right. I do lust after Alex, but that still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know where he is." Morrison undid the top buttons to his uniform and exposed the very same ‘training’ collar that Fox was wearing. "I’m being punished for my part in the coup. We were supposed to bring you and Alex to the city but then the revolutionary’s broke in. Our orders were to save you first. I wanted to go back for Alex, but we were cut off from him....." Morrison did his buttons back up and straightened his uniform. "I honestly don’t know if Krycek is dead or alive. Part of my punishment is *not* knowing."

Morrison watched Mulder dressed, but even the handsome former agent’s beautiful body could not lift his spirit. "It’s just as well Alex is not here, better he should be dead."

Mulder stared hard at the lieutenant. "Don’t say that...don’t ever say that again! I will never believe him dead until I see his corpse....and even then..."

The lieutenant scratched below his collar again, the cold metal chafed at his neck where his laser-razor could not reach the rough blond whiskers. "If he were here Fox, his fate would be much worse than yours or mine. At least only Lermontov forces himself on you, I know for a fact that the plan was for Alex to entertain several of the consortium ministers, most likely all at once. I personally know several members who like to gang bang a pretty man. If Alex is found alive, they will not hesitate to use him. "

"Oh god..."whispered Mulder, feeling rather nauseous. When would this nightmare end? Maybe it would be better if his lover was dead.

Done with dressing himself, Mulder ran a brush through his hair and check his suit in the large floor to ceiling mirror that covered one entire wall of the large suite of rooms that the minister called ‘home’.

At the door, before leaving, Fox turned to Morrison and fingered the barely visible collar. "Who are you wearing this for?" He asked.

The lieutenant commander paused for a few seconds and Fox thought that perhaps the man was considering not answering, but the lieutenant replied.

"General Alderton put this on me for failing to return with both you and Alex. I’ve been his whore and an ornament for his arm for the last week and will continue to be so for the next three weeks. The General is a most brutal man, especially when he feels that he is not being respected." Morrison quickly undid his military dress pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. "This is what happens when soldier’s of the resistance break into a secure military base."

Fox could not help but gasp at the site of the lieutenant’s buttocks. The creamy white cheeks were criss-crossed with angry red welts and raw stripes; evidence of being whipped.

Morrison hiked up his clothes and turned to Fox. "Come on, we better go before the minister and the General miss us too much."

With that, the pair of men, formerly enemies - left the Minister of Air and Space apartment as semi allies.

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After eight days of planning, the trio of Krycek, Adams and Scully were finally ready to depart. Wade had wanted to go, but Jack, in love with and overprotective of the young medic would not let him. Jack reasoned with Wade that he should stay to care for the members of the rebellion and that he should also stay so he could get to know his sister again.

Wade couldn’t argue with the soldier’s logic.

On the night before departing, Wade went to Jack’s room. He wanted to find a way to thank the soldier for saving not only his life, but Alex’s too, and he especially wanted to thank him for putting his precious life of the line in order to save Fox Mulder’s. After a few minutes of small talk, Wade swallowed his courage and leaning in, he kissed the golden-eyed man fervently. Jack knew what was on the younger man’s mind and why, which was why he only let the kiss continue on for a few seconds. He reached down and gently pried Wade’s hands from around his neck.

"What?" Asked Wade, lust evident in his large blue eyes.

"Thanks is not necessary Wade. I know where your heart lies; with Fox Mulder. But that doesn’t matter to me, I’ll gladly do my part to save him simply because I am a soldier. I know you know that I am in love with you, which is why you come to me today. You want to thank me for going with commander Krycek and for watching over him." Jack smiled down lovingly into Wade’s eyes.

"I want to be here with you Jack. I may not love you yet, but I am really fond of you. Fox and Alex belong together, Fox will never look at me like he does Alex....but you...do. I’m a virgin still Jack, and I’m tired of waiting, I want you to be my first. I admit, when I first walked in my intentions were to give myself to you as a way of saying ‘thankyou’. But I’m also here because I *want* to be and because, I really do want you." Wade smiled and stood up on his tip-toes and began to kiss the shocked soldier again.

Jack quickly scanned Wade’s mind, found that blond really did want him, and then he gave in to the younger man’s needs as well as his own. It had been a long time since he had made love, and Jack intended to make this night memorable for both of them

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Alex, Jack and Beverly sat around the tiny campfire warming their hands. They had been travelling on foot for three days now, and in two more, they would be at the domes general entrance. The group had stashed a helicar in a large cave hidden by some large birch trees. They could not risk using the car in the forbidden zone, or else the domes security would know that they were not really escaped captives of the nomads.

The nomads used wagons and horses much like their ancestors did four hundred years ago. Though they could have had the technology given to them for such luxeries by the city of domes, the nomads rejected it. They had their own methods and means and the domed city had wisely chosen to trade with the brutal people as opposed to enslaving them. For it was the nomads who knew where to find and mine the exotic gems that were so coveted by the rich in the city. Along with gems, the nomads also dealt with human slaves. It was common knowledge to the powers that be within the secure city that there were many pockets of ‘innocent’ people living in the forbidden zone. Every once in awhile the nomads would find a small band of natural born humans and raid their camps...taking all those who survived, to the city to be sold.

Jack and Beverly had warned Alex extensively about the ferocity of the nomads, and though the Russian was well aware of the danger, nothing could prepare for the new barbarians.

A high pitched yodel broke the stillness of the clear night and all three immediately knew that they had been discovered. Each pulled their weapon and formed a triangle by standing back to back. The nomads swept in like a tsunami, and within minutes, it was clear that unless they took to flight, capture was imminent.

"Run!" Yelled Jack who valiantly tried to shoot his way through the growing swarm of bearded, reeking men.

Beverly screamed when the first of the nomads over took her as she tried to run and shoot her path clear.

Alex turned, wanting to help the brave woman, but he immediately saw that there was nothing do be done, so he turned his back on his comrades and took off. He had managed to make it to a stand of trees and from there he broke into an all out run for his freedom across the darkened dessert. The yells and screams behind him silenced, and were replaced by the eerie yodels of nomadic pursuers. Alex ran on, not daring to let up even though he could hear the in eligible voices growing closer. Alex turned and fired over his shoulder, hitting the horse that a nomad sat upon. To his surprise, sparks flew out from the animal’s flank and rained out over the cold dessert sands.

The horse was not real, but mechanical.

Knowing all hope was lost, but still unable to give himself up, Alex forced his legs to carry him.

The nomad whose horse had been hit pulled up the reigns of his ride and took aim at the fleeing man. He fired his weapon and a small pellet, which grew larger as it gained on the target, opened up. A strong net sank over top of Alex and took him down. He had been captured. Pissed that his horse’s circuits had been damaged, the nomad jumped down and ran toward his quarry. Once he had reached the man, the nomad delivered several kicks to Alex’s body and face. His aggression satisfied, the nomad rolled over Alex over and cut away the netting. Then he used the ropes of the damaged net to bind Alex’s hands tightly behind his back.

The nomad hoisted Alex up and over his shoulder and carried him to his steel steed and tossed him over the horses bare back. The nomad jumped up and turned the horse around and made his way back to his companions who were holding the other two outlanders captive.

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Two Days Later: City of Domes general population gate house.

The smelly guard manning the sealed entrance turned Alex’s bruised face this way and that. The guard pushed his fat hand beneath the small tunic that the nomads had dressed Alex in and felt the Russian’s genitals. The guard’s intruding hand lingered longer than it should have; he ignored the daggers that were shooting from Alex’s furious green eyes.

Alex had a ball gag in his mouth, so menacing looks was the best he could do at the moment.

"I’ll give you the usual fee plus two sets of new circuits for you horse for all three of the slaves."

The nomad nodded, accepting the terms. Not wanting to be in the city any longer than was necessary, the nomad told the guard that he would be back the following day to collect his price.

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Another guard joined the first and all three, still bound and gagged, were ushered into a small cell where their ‘memories’ were read. Jack and Beverly were to be sent, as expected along to the military dome where doctors would read their minds more closely then determain a place for them in the military community. A third guard collected the two captains and took them away, neither one had time to ask that their comrade be sent with them.

Alex found himself alone in the cell with the two guards, and suddenly a memory, one not implanted by the rebellions scientists, flashed through his mind. He remembered a stainless steel shower room, and man behind him, grunting and groaning his pleasure. Alex quickly tried to shake the vision, it wouldn’t do to have the guard see *that* on his palm sized screen. The second guard ran his portable apparatus over Alex’s frontal lobe, and hazy images of servicing soldiers played on the screen.

"Figures...pretty boy like you...all you’re good for is fucking." Sneered the second guard.

Alex stared hard at the men and silently willed one of them to remove the gag. His hands were also restrained. They were held down tightly to his sides by means of thick metal magnetic bracelets attached to a chain around his waist.

"I guess we’d better send him along with the other two to the military dome." Said the second guard as he put away his device.

"No." Fat and Smelly replied. "Send him to the dome of vices, he’ll earn us a pretty penny on the black market." As if reacting to Alex’s silent wishes, the guard reached up and started to untie the gag. "We’ll sell him on the underground slave market....."

Alex didn’t like the sounds of that. He didn’t want to be separated from the two captains for very long. As soon as the first guard pulled the gag out of his mouth, Alex launched himself at the guard who had dared to invade his person, successfully taking a large chunk out of the man’s rotund cheek before being pulled off by the second guard.

"You filthy little whore!" raged the guard, jamming his palm against his cheek trying to staunch the flow of blood.

Not one to back down from a fight, Alex spit the quarter sized chunk of flesh back at it’s former owner and seethed, "Fuck you...."

Outraged by the Russian’s actions, the first guard hauled off and hit Alex in the gut. The punch forced the air of Alex, and he sank to his knees, the second guard released him just in time for the first guard to lay a severe beating on him.

Unconscious Alex after the pummelling, Alex was cleaned up and the healing wand passed over him so that all his bruises and scrapes were gone.

After that he was revived, transported and then placed upon the auction block.

It took only a few minutes for the auction to grow frenzied, no one had seen a man with a foreskin for a very long time; all of the city’s males were genetically engineered not to be born with one.

But in Alex, the crowd of men, young and old alike, saw an exotic beauty. They all assumed that they had a genuine ‘natural born’ in their midst and every pimp and whore-master taking part in the auction wanted Alex in their stable.

Gagged again so as not to bite another, all Alex could do was stand on display and watch, as the price for his flesh grew higher and higher.

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It’s all yours Ann.