Frozen in Time-Part 3—Round 2
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The steep, heavily wooded canyon afforded excellent protection from the encroaching darkness. Krycek thought it wise to gather their strength and head out just before morning. Four sturdy, forest green tents had been erected from small packets. At the touch of a button they expanded to form comfortable sleeping quarters for the party.

Professor Elliot, Dr. Gethin and young Luke were due back from their walk along the canyon to investigate Anasazi ruins any time now.

Jacqueline and Wade distributed the ration capsules. The fresh, clean air was quite a contrast to what everyone had become accustomed to.

Wade's keen blue eyes scanned each person's face as he passed by. Their new ally Chaz Morrison seemed a bit on edge; Jack was absorbed with setting up the recorder spool; Beverly, poor Beverly, seemed to be suffering from shock. She'd gone decidely quiet and Wade spent special attention to her. He paused before Mulder, who gave him a warm smile of admiration.

Mulder remained close to Alex. Several times he wished that things would move faster so that he and his lover could enjoy a much needed reunion in each other's arms. He shivered from the chilled wind which floated through the trees. The woods had an odd, disquieting eeriness about them. There wasn't a single, solitary nocturnal sound. Mulder wondered if any animal life had survived. Every so often the calls of Nomads could be heard in the far distance, reminding him that this was why the Nomads probably hunted humans.

After their meagre supper the group huddled round a primitive, but effective warm, blazing fire, they listened with mounting dread as the recorder spool completed its cycle.

General Alderton's booming tones could be heard agreeing to the sinister Spender Senior's voice about plans for a conference of Military Consortium allies.

"We have held power all these generations," Spender was saying, with growing fanatacism. "All opposition will be crushed!"

As the recorder clicked off, there was a grim silence only broken by the occassional hissing and popping of the fire.

Jack Scully cleared his throat and took the recorder. "The vital thing is to inform the Resistance that the Consortium are planning something big."

"You have to do more than that," Krycek told him. "If they're planning to wipe you out, then we have to stop them."

Jack moved over to collect a digital transmitter from a heavy metal case. "We've got to get this off to Commander Jefferson -- and fast," he said, straightening the black device and detaching the recorder for a warning message.

It was no good. Beverly rested on a small rock, staring in despair at the recorder spool. Her eyes burned and she was sweating badly. She struggled against the instructions floating through her mind. The implant burned and pulsed, feeding orders she fought vainly against. Beverly had a flash of the security treatment room within the City of Domes. A doctor stood over her inserting the traitorous device. She closed her eyes. She wanted to scream, to panic, to run, to kill herself -- but she knew that she was no longer herself...

Unaware of the torment in Beverly, Jack slipped the recorder into the transmitter. "There," he said. "All I have to do is attach a warning and edit the content."

"Won't the Military be able to trace the signal?" Morrison asked, concerned.

Jack nodded. "I'll have to send it over a coded band. It'll take some time, but we should be safe."

Beverly's head was a mass of flame now. She could hear a pulsing in her own ears, like the sound of an alien ocean pounding at the shores of her consciousness.

Mulder sucked on his bottom lip. "I don't know about you all, but I could really use some sleep." He felt guilty for putting the peril the Resistance faced ahead of his own needs, but if he didn't get Alex alone soon he was sure to spontaneously combust. He waggled an eyebrow at Wade for support.

"That's a very good idea," Wade agreed, Mulder's suggestion noted. "There's not a whole lot more we can do tonight."

There was a murmur of exhausted resignation all around.

Alex stood up. "At dawn we should head out. No later, okay?"

Mulder beamed at him. His lover had really taken a shine to being the Resistance's hero.

As the camp began to retreat into their respective tents, Jacqueline aided a pale Beverly into hers. Wade carefully replaced the food packets, leaving no trace behind, and watched Mulder literally pull Krycek into their tent. With a grin, he walked over to Jack and laid a hand over his strong shoulder. Jack's handsome face looked grim.

"It's bad, isn't it?"

"Wade, if we can mobilize the Resistance and strike before the Consoritum, we have a real chance. A real chance to be free."

His young lover leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Don't be long, alright?" With that he hurried into their tent.

Alone with only the fading fire for company Jack hurried to complete the edit. He triggered the recorder, and began to speak into it in a low, urgent voice. "This is Jack Scully reporting. In three days time the Military Consortium are planning the complete destruction of the Resistance." He continued to speak, detailing the information. It was imperative that Commander Jefferson was warned. He concluded: "It is vital that defence measures be put into operation at once. Message ends." He clicked off the recorder.

He turned to press SEND on the transmission device, and froze.

Beverly stood, watching him.

Jack had a single moment to realize she was holding something in her hand. With one swift movement she brought a metal case crashing down on his head. He crumpled to the ground. Beverly retrieved the recorder with the vital information by Jack's hand.

*****

Within the sprawling City of Domes, Spender Senior had not taken the news well. For the loss of Alex Krycek, added to the fact Resistance members had infiltrated his City, he'd flung into an insane rage. Most of the men guarding the City entrances were either shot, beaten or handed over to the medical facility for live testing.

Both General Alderton and Lermontov quaked before the wrath of their leader. However they'd been able to soothe him with news that one of the captured resistance members had been fitted with a neural implant.

"Our plans for the conquest of the Resistance are safe," Alderton told him, pleased with himself. "Whatever information they may have discovered has been destroyed."

Spender whirled round on Alderton and Lermontov, his eyes wide with fury. "I should have you both fitted with restraining collars and punished!" he threatened.

A tiny communications device in his breast pocket started to bleep. Alderton pulled it out and snapped "Yes?" into the little microphone. Listening for a moment Alderton snapped back to attention. "Security patrols have located the marker," he reported. "They will reach the fugitives shortly."

Spender's temper faded away instantly. "Capture Krycek and Mulder alive. The others must be totally destroyed! There must be no survivors. Annihilate them!" he said excitedly.

"It will be done." The general relayed these instructions. Soon they would see the end of the Resistance, and he would delight in the punishment of Fox Mulder. He switched off the communicator. The patrol was almost in position now...

*****

Sealing the tent shut, Mulder wrapped his arms around Alex in a huge oxygen-depliting hug. They kissed for several long minutes. Mulder pulled back and saw the concern shining in Alex's eyes.

"What is it?" he wondered.

Alex gestured with his head. "They're headed into a war," he replied.

Mulder nodded. "It seems the future is no different from our time. We're still fighting the Consoritum." He paused. "And I think they've got their eye on you to lead their crazy attack."

Alex's face became serious and soft at the same time. "I want to, Fox. This isn't just about the Resistance, it's about us. Finding some peace where we can finally be together."

Krycek brushed his hand on Mulder's left cheek. They leaned into each other and locked lips. With that their passions took over. They grabbed each other. They pressed their bodies together - groin against groin, stomach against stomach, chest against chest. They wanted to be one.

Slowly, they fell back onto the large, air cushioned sleeping bag. With his feet Fox took off his shoes. He then wrapped his long legs around Alex's. His feet pushed on the heels of Alex's shoes. He lifted his legs higher. He wrapped them around Krycek's ass and squeezed. The Russian lowered his head and pressed it against Fox's chest. With his left hand he grabbed Mulder's rounded ass, and with his right hand he unbuttoned his lover's shirt. Krycek rubbed his hand along Fox's chest.

Mulder's heartbeat quickened beneath his touch. He squeezed his legs and pushed his groin onto Krycek. As Alex's shirt was already open, Mulder pulled it off. Once that was done, he rubbed his hands along Krycek's muscular back.

Alex exhaled softly and rubbed a finger around Mulder's already hard left nipple. His lover moaned as Alex's dark head leaned down to suck on Fox's other nipple. He luxuriated in the taste of him which, when in the hands of the Consortium, he thought he'd never delight in again.

Fox stopped squeezing his legs to thrust his hips. His hard dick rubbed against Krycek through his pants. Krycek's left hand, which was holding Mulder by his ass, began to squeeze.

It wasn't long before both lovers had discarded the last of their clothing. Krycek admired Fox's beauty through gleaming green eyes. In turn, Fox ran his hands over Alex's back, pleased with the healing wands' effects until his lover hissed in pain. Alex's wounds may have been erased, but not the internal hurt. He would have to be gentle.

"I love you, Fox," Alex whispered, nuzzling their foreheads together.

Fox responded with a deep, passionate kiss. He couldn't bear to be away from his lover again, and he wanted this moment to last forever. Mulder's hard dick pressed tight on Krycek's stomach. Fox hungrily slid down, his face to Alex's flexing dick and vice versa.

Krycek explored Mulder's luscious ass. He rubbed his hands on his lover's ass cheeks. He flicked his tongue between Fox's balls and hole. Mulder purred in response. He grabbed Alex's dick and put it in his mouth. As his plump lips moved along, massaging the shaft, Alex let out a low groan of pleasure.

He spread Fox's ass cheeks, inserting a slick index finger inside. They were both moaning now, getting louder and louder. As much as Krycek wanted to go on, he knew he couldn't last much longer. He got up and spread Mulder's legs apart. Mulder looked up, an intese glow in his eyes as he surrender himself.

Before long, Krycek slid inside of his lover.

Fox leaned forward and pressed his lips to Alex's half-open mouth. Krycek's hand reached between his legs to grasp Fox's dick. With each thrust Alex grunted like an animal. Fox whimpered as he got closer to orgasm. He closed his eyes, and leaned his head back. Suddenly he arched his back, and cried out with a guttural roar.

Alex continued to fuck him, grunting, and thrusting quickly. He pressed down over Fox and engulfed his mouth with a frenzied kiss as his own shattering orgasm took hold. Locked in their heated, passionate embrace, the two lovers entwined across the large sleeping bag.

*****

Pushing back the triangular flap, Wade emerged from his tent. He gazed around the camp, noticing that the fire had nearly died out. He'd been waiting up for Jack for sometime. The cracking of a branch underfoot caused the young medic to jump. Wade squinted and saw a figure approaching.

"Jack, is that you?"

*****

Within the woodlands the security patrol brandished their blasters and swept the area. A tracker attached to the patrol leader's gun blinked rapidly in the darkness; Beverly's implant leading them straight to their target.

"The fugitives have been located," he announced to his patrol. "Converge and destroy!"

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