Title: Useless 
Author: Savannah Black 
Email: wordraven@yahoo.com 
Category:  SR 
Rating: NC-17 (language, graphic sex) 
Warning: This story describes acts of graphic sex. If you are under 18 or an 
adult that doesn't care for 'adult' entertainment 
(aka: smut) stop now. 
Keywords: Krycek/Scully 
Spoilers: none 
Summary:  "She was in the wrong place at the wrong time and Alex Krycek couldn't 
resist. It was the opportunity of a lifetime..." 
Author's Note: A short, sick, twisted piece. This is your only warning. 
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Chris Carter and 10-13 
Productions. Not for profit. 
  
Useless by Savannah Black 
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time and Alex Krycek couldn't resist. It 
was the opportunity of a lifetime. 
She was a small woman with straight red hair. She wore a black trenchcoat that 
engulfed her small form. A brown, satchel briefcase swung from her right hand. 
The click of her heels were loud on the almost deserted street. 
If this were any other woman, she would be uneasy at being alone in this 
neighborhood at this time of night, but she seemed unaffected. Her strides were 
quick but confident, determined. 
Alex swooped down on her from behind, a hand going over her mouth, an arm going 
around her waist, trapping her arms against her sides and almost lifting her up 
off the ground. He dragged her back down the alley he had come from, her 
briefcase left behind, its contents spilling across the ground as the only 
evidence she'd ever been there. He dragged her, struggling the whole way, to 
where his car was parked. 
Keeping a grip on her the whole time, he jerked off her trenchcoat to reveal an 
ugly brown pantsuit. He let the coat drop, grabbed her gun from the holster and 
tossed it away. With one hand he held both her wrists in a tight grip behind her 
back and opened the trunk. 
He grabbed up a roll of tape and shoved her against the open trunk and taped her 
wrists together. Then he taped her ankles together and one small piece went 
across her mouth. 
When he turned her to face him, she finally saw his face in the dimness of the 
trunk light. Her eyes narrowed and she tried to mumble words past the tape but 
only indistinct growling came out. 
He grinned then lifted her and dumped her in the trunk. The lid slammed shut. 
Then she was only aware of darkness and motion. But soon, sooner that she 
wanted, the car came to a stop. 
Alex opened the trunk, anticipation zinging through him. He'd waited a long time 
for this. Excitement bubbled behind his impassive features. 
She lifted her head and looked around. They were in a train yard, deserted it 
looked like. She eyed him questioningly, not making a sound. She silently arched 
an eyebrow. 
At the familiar gesture, he shook with restrained excitement as he lifted her 
slight frame up and over his shoulder. The slamming of the trunk echoed around 
the train cars that surrounded them. 
With measured strides, he headed for the nearest car. She hung limply over his 
shoulder, unmoving. 
He climbed the three steps and opened the door to a small enclosed antechamber 
located before the main door. A keycard was required at this point and he 
immediately pulled one out and ran it over the reader. He punched in a quick 
series of numbers and the small red light switched to a small green light and 
there was a faint click as the door unlatched. He pushed it open. 
When Alex opened the door the light came on and the interior was brilliantly 
illuminated. The train car was divided into three sections. The far section was 
sealed off by a wall with a security door and small window. The section he stood 
in had stainless steel tables and shelves along each wall that were stacked with 
ominous-looking medical equipment and supplies. 
After locking the door, he quickly strode forward and into the middle 
compartment. This section was set up as an operating theater with medical 
equipment on each side of a large operating table that stood in the center of 
the compartment. 
Alex carefully laid his captive down on the table. He balanced her a minute to 
make sure she wouldn't roll off, then pulled the tape off from over her mouth 
and stepped back. 
He pulled off his jacket and let it drop as she worked her jaw stiffly. 
"What's going on?" she demanded. "Why am I here?" She struggled to sit up but 
didn't get far with her wrists and ankles still taped. The suit jacket gaped 
open and rucked up around her small breasts. 
"You'll soon find out," he replied. He undid his shoulder holster and pulled it 
off. Eyeing her hungrily, he kicked off his boots. 
She shivered a little at his hungry stare, but quickly lifted her chin again and 
glared at him. 
"You won't get away with this, Krycek," she stated imperiously. "Let me go now 
and we'll forget this whole incident." 
"Oh, no, Scully," he said in a low, rough whisper. "I don't want to forget 
anything." 
By now he was barefoot and with one quick movement he shucked the black T-shirt 
up and over his head and off. He let it drop to the floor and his hands went to 
his belt. 
She caught her breath and unconsciously tugged at the tape around her wrists 
when his long, lean chest was revealed. She felt something tremble low in her 
belly and tried to shake it off. 
"Krycek, you bastard," she snarled. "I'll kill you for this." 
His belt hit the floor and now all he wore was his black jeans. He moved up 
beside her on the table. His hand fluttered over her hair and she jerked away. 
He only grinned and pulled a rolling tray table that was filled with instruments 
closer. 
Alex grabbed her and lifted and turned until she lay on her stomach. She twisted 
her head to keep an eye on him. Cold, blue eyes that had chilled to a colorless 
gray tried to dissect him. 
Her breathing had sped up and she tried uselessly to even it out as he picked up 
a scalpel and turned back to her. 
His empty hand came down on her wrists to hold her steady as he brought the 
scalpel around. "Now hold still," he warned softly. "Wouldn't want to slice 
anything important." 
She went motionless, barely breathing. 
He sliced through the tape quickly and dropped the scalpel back on the tray. He 
flipped her onto her back then quickly fastened the restraints that were 
attached to either side of the table around her wrists. 
She tugged at the restraints that held her hands down by her sides and glared at 
him. "What do you want, Krycek?" she demanded furiously, her eyes blazing. 
"I thought it would be obvious by now, Scully." His hand trailed up her arm and 
brushed lightly over her brilliant red hair. She jerked her head away from his 
touch and he grinned again. 
The grin melted into a look of determination as he began to unbutton her suit 
jacket. She squirmed and tugged on the restraints. He tugged the jacket open and 
took up the scalpel again. 
"Don't move," he warned and began to cut her clothes off her. The scalpel was 
sharp but he had a light touch and didn't even nick her skin. She was 
breathlessly immobile as the scalpel moved over her. 
Soon her outer clothing was cut away and all she wore was a bright red lace bra 
and matching panties. The skimpy pieces of satin and lace were right out of a 
wet dream and Alex caught his breath at the first sight of them. The bra pressed 
and lifted her breasts, the lace dipping low over the swell of her breasts. The 
panties were french-cut and all lace and rode high over the swell of her hips. 
Alex was standing immobile, staring. He came back to himself and carefully laid 
the knife down and pushed the tray table away. 
"Very nice," he said softly. She looked at him quickly then looked away. She 
took a heaving breath and he lightly traced a finger over the tips of her 
breasts. The chill air of the car had puckered her nipples but that didn't 
account for how her breasts swelled against his finger. Using both hands, he 
began to knead her breasts, first lightly then harder, until a soft whimper 
leaked  past her lips. 
"Yeah," he whispered softly. "Tell me you like that." 
She took a gasping breath then let it out in a long sound of surrender. "I like 
that," she whispered. 
"Yeah," he whispered back and let his hands roam over her body, tracing strange, 
meaningless symbols into her skin. 
His fingers traced over her body, avoiding the obvious areas. He started at her 
arms; her wrists and elbows and then her shoulders and collarbones were given 
thorough attention. He skipped over her breasts to stroke down her ribs and 
sides then up and across her stomach. His hands lifted again to come down on her 
thighs and begin a slow, searching journey down each leg, cataloging every inch 
of skin. 
He moved back up her body to lean over her face. He tried to bring his mouth 
down on hers but she turned her face away. "No," she whispered and his lips came 
down on her throat instead. She shivered and moaned a low denial. 
He lapped at her throat then moved up to nip at her earlobe only to soothe his 
lips over the abused skin, sucking lightly. 
Her wrists were twisting against the restraints and her eyes were shut tight. 
His lips began a slow journey down her body, rediscovering territory his fingers 
had already explored. Against his will, he was almost immediately drawn to her 
breasts. He pulled her bra down and she began to twist and whimper as his mouth 
moved over her small, high breasts. 
After she'd been twisting helplessly and moaning for long minutes, he lifted his 
head to stare into her glazed eyes. His face was flushed and he was breathing 
heavily as he stared at her, his green eyes shining like emeralds in the harsh 
lights. 
He stood and with hands that trembled with excitement, he opened his jeans and 
slid them off. Then he moved beside her and she opened her eyes and watched as 
he carefully inched her panties down her legs and then off. His hands on her 
ankles, he stared up the length of her naked body and into her eyes. She closed 
her eyes and turned her face away, two bright, burning spots of color on her 
cheeks. 
Alex carefully climbed up on the table and straddled her, leaning over her and 
staring into her face. But she still wouldn't look at him. 
He touched her face lightly. 
"Just get it over with," she whispered, the demand sounding like a plea. 
He moved back down her body, his knees sliding between hers and slowly parting 
her legs. He pressed his naked length against her and she jumped and squirmed at 
the touch, her eyes tightly closed. 
He closed his eyes and dipped his head back to her breast. His mouth moved over 
her, tugging and sucking. She choked off a whimper when his hand came down on 
her belly then inched lower, nimble fingers moving over her. Her hips began to 
move helplessly. 
Heaving for breath, excitement strumming through him so hard he was almost 
vibrating with it, he lifted his mouth away and reached for the tray table 
again. There was a small foil packet that he quickly opened then rolled on over 
himself. 
Kneeling between her legs, he lifted her hips and, taking a gasping breath, he 
guided himself against her and slowly, so slowly, began to press himself inside 
her body. 
She gave a low, cut off whimper and her hips tried to squirm away. He pressed 
into her completely, his teeth gritted with restraint, then stopped with eyes 
shut tight to marvel at the feel of her surrounding him. 
Leaning forward, he released her hips and pressed her back against the table. He 
leaned over her with a groan as he shifted inside her. He gripped her head with 
both hands and her eyes opened wide. He brought his mouth down on hers and she 
tried to twist away, her wrists jerking against the restraints. "No," she said 
desperately. "No." 
But then his mouth was on hers in a deep kiss and after a moment she relaxed 
with a low whimper of surrender. As the deep, drugging kiss continued, he began 
to move inside her; long, slow strokes. 
He gently ravished her mouth, claiming all of her, and began to move faster. He 
lifted his mouth from hers as he neared his release but continued to hold her 
head immobile and stare into her bright blue eyes. 
Finally, he gave a soft gasp and she watched as he began to shudder against her. 
As the torrent of sensations subsided, he closed his eyes and allowed his face 
to press against the side of her throat. He collapsed against her body, careful 
not to crush her. 
She watched silently as he shook against her and gasped for breath. After a long 
moment, his shaking eased to stillness and he rested against her, breathing 
deeply. After another long minute, she shifted restlessly under his weight. 
He opened his eyes and lifted his head. She stared at him, silently waiting. He 
lifted a hand to brush his fingers over her face in silent gratitude. Her 
eyelashes fluttered at the soft touch. 
He heaved himself off her to stand beside the table. He flung the used condom in 
the trash then swiftly released the restraints from around her wrists. 
He turned away and began pulling on his clothes as she sat up and pulled her bra 
back into place. His jeans on, he brought her some paper towels and her panties. 
She cleaned herself then quickly pulled on her panties while he pulled on his 
T-shirt. He grabbed his gun and holster then motioned to a cabinet. "There's 
clothes in there." 
She moved to it and slowly began to get dressed. 
Alex finished dressing and waited for her, his face expressionless. She pulled 
on a long, flowing blouse then a short, black leather skirt and a pair of three 
inch heels. 
He handed her a trenchcoat and she wrapped up in it. He took her elbow and led 
her out to the car. After a short drive, they were back at the alley where he 
had abducted her. 
There was a silence. Alex clutched the steering wheel tightly and stared 
straight ahead. 
"Some day," she said, softly breaking the silence. "Some day you have to tell me 
who this Scully is. That was almost as strange as the morgue one." 
"Maybe," he replied hoarsely. "Some day." He pried his fingers from the steering 
wheel and reached for his wallet. He handed her the money then gave her another 
large bill on top of that. 
"I know you said no kissing on the mouth," he said softly. "I'm sorry." 
Silence a moment. 
"It's okay," she said softly. She reached for the door handle. His voice stopped 
her. 
"I'll call you, alright?" He didn't sound sure that it would be alright. 
"Sure," she said quietly. She turned back and leaned over to give him a soft 
kiss on the cheek. He gripped the steering wheel and didn't move at the soft 
touch, but a muscle at his temple twitched. 
Then she was out the door and walking away. 
Alex sat for a long time in the darkness, thinking how his life had turned out 
and how he had wanted it to be different. 
But mostly he thought about the woman he could never have. And how useless 
regrets were. 
He sat there a long time. 
end 
-Alright, alright! I know it's not *really* a Scully/Krycek. But if I admit to 
that at the beginning, where's the fun in that?