Are You There Alex? It's Me, Alex. (1/1) by Megadee Rated PGish, mostly for subject matter Classification: H, V Finished: 1/27/97 (Sent to EMXC 2/3/97) Summary: Krycek talks with himself while in the silo...he had enough time in there, what did he think about? (Spoilers for Piper Maru/Apocrypha) Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Krycek...but wouldn't it be nice if I did? ;-) Naw, he's property of Chris Carter, 1013, and that other thing...oh, what's it called...you know, they've got the Superbowl, and the annoying John Madden, and that show with all the Xs in it...FOX! That's it! Silly me. Author's Rambli- er, notes: This story took a life of it's own...it started out as a Krycek angst story, set to a Rent song...but somewhere along the line, mutated into the short little thing you see below. I'd love some feedback...especially if you have any thoughts regarding my brand of humor. Is it funny to anyone but me? Sometimes, it's hard to tell. :-) All feedback can be sent to --------------------------- --------------------------- Man, this place is filthy. Look at those walls! And the foo fighter....disgusting. Needs a good cleaning. If I had a scrub brush and some Murphy's, this place would shine. What are you saying, Alex? Cleaning? You're volunteering to clean? Come on! But still...it really could use it... Get a hold of yourself, man! You've only been in this damned silo a day. I'm hungry, too. Eat your leather jacket. No way! This is a *nice* jacket. I'm not going to *eat* it! Then stop complaining. Fine. You know what? What? When I got up this morning, I had no idea I would end up here. So? Well, If I had *known* I was going to be possessed by an oilian and trapped in a silo, I would have done a few things before I left. Like what? Well, for starters, I would have locked the door. You didn't lock the door? No. Don't look at me like that. I didn't know I'd be gone this long. I didn't even know I would end up in America. Sometimes, Alex... Oh, leave me alone. You're the one who wants to clean the silo. Oh no. What? I think I forgot something. What?? I think I left the coffeepot on this morning. You did? Oh, Alex. I'm sorry! Maybe one of the neighbors will turn it off...seeing as how anyone can walk in the apartment because *someone* left the door unlocked. All right, all right, let's not fight. Why not? Beats sitting around the silo and banging on the walls. Well, we *almost* found a weak spot before. Yeah, I also almost broke my fists. You're lucky you still have fists to break. What do you mean by that? Nothing. You can't give me a statement like that, and then just say "Nothing". Yes I can. I just did. Come on! what did you me-an?! Well, I was just thinking... There's a first. ...We're awful lucky to have gotten out of this whole situation alive. Hate to break it to you, but we're not quite out yet. I know that. But, well, we could be dead. I'd almost rather be. No you wouldn't. I'm hungry. Eat the jacket. I wonder if we could get pizza delivered here. Or chicken wings. You know how long it's been since we've had wings? Yeah...wasn't it the dinner date with that Bambi chick? She sure liked her hot wings. She was buggy. I didn't like her. So, you think we could get it delivered? Naw...they probably wouldn't know how to get here. We could give them directions. Do *you* know how we got here? Well, no. Then how do you expect to give someone else directions? I don't know. That's what I thought. Hey, Alex? Yeah? What's today? Um...I think it's a Tuesday. Damn. Why? I forgot to take out the trash. Great. Now the apartment's going to smell. Sorry. Right. I'm bored. Me too. You want to play a game? Sure. How about hide and seek? You idiot. We can't play hide and seek. Why not? There's no place to hide. Oh, right. What do you want to play? Simon Says. Yeah! I love that game. OK, I get to be Simon. Simon says rub your tummy. This tickles! Simon says rub your head. OK.... Stomp your feet. OK.... Ha! Gotcha! I didn't say Simon Says! Oh, man! Ha ha! Wahoo, that was fun! Alex, you know what? Hmm? We're pathetic. You're right. We are. I mean, I can't believe I messed up on a game that simple... No, that's not what I mean. What do you mean, then? I mean...we're just pathetic...sitting here in this silo...all alone... Not all alone. What do you mean? Well, you've got me, and I've got you... Alex... ...And the oilian. We've still got it. Alex...we're sitting here, talking to ourself. We haven't got a future... Aw, are you upset because we can't get pizza? No! Alex, will you just *listen*?!? Fine! What do you have to say that is so important? I was going to say... Well? This place is filthy. It really needs to be cleaned. ---------------------- ---------------------- So, what is it? A good concept gone terribly wrong? A bad concept going nowhere? An ok concept that was just ok? And, biggest question: Does it deserve a sequal? Let me know! I am not who I am! Meg ~~Visit The Lair Of The Rat!~~ http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Hills/4226/index.html ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~