Treachery 1 Dissy: I don't own em...well..I don't own Alex. The rest I do, to the best of my knowledge. 'Cept Sam, of course. FOX, 1013, CC - sound familiar? Note: This was a break from my slash, but might be turning into a series. I like the characters. :) Alex's school day was over, and as usual, he walked to his father's office. His older sisters would be along soon, as would Sascha. His twin. He had one older brother as well, but he never came to their father's office. Just Alex, who almost always arrived first, Sascha, Tatyana and Natasha. His father usually was finished by four or four thirty, so Alex just sat quietly on a stool. But not that day, he was too restless. He went up to the desk, and kneeled on his stool so he could see what was there. A file was strewn over the desk, several papers all over. Alex reached for one, and read out loud the name on the top. "Samantha M..Mul..Mulder." He frowned, a crease appearing between his eyes. He read on, but didn't understand a lot of it. Suddenly a door slammed behind him, and Alex spun around, falling off the stool. His father. And he looked angrier than Alex had even seen him. "Alexander." his father said in a low, dangerous tone - using his full name for once, showing how majorly annoyed he was. But his father didn't say anything else - just pointed to the corner, and the then-eight-year-old boy followed, wondering why his father was so angry. He sat there, hands in his lap, not daring to meet his father's eyes. Sascha walked in, innocently, dark brown hair bouncing on her shoulders. She was laughing, but her laughter died when she walked into the room. Their father was standing at the front of the room, simply glaring at Alex, who was sitting, quietly, hands in lap, in the corner. "Alex?" she questioned, giving him a confused look. Their father didn't take his eyes off his small son. "Sascha. Are Tatyana and Natasha here yet?" Sascha nodded slowly, "Yes, they're out waiting in the car. Is Alex -" "Go wait in the car with them, Sascha." She nodded, and left again, wondering what Alex had done wrong. Alex watched her go, then turned scared bright-green eyes back on his father. "Come along, Alexander." His father strode out of the room, and Alex followed as quickly as possible. When they got to the car, he jumped in the back, next to Sascha. She nudged him. "Alex, what's wrong?" He gave her a scared look, unsure. Their father didn't say anything, just started up the engine. In the front, Natasha - thirteen - started up a banter about what had happened that day. Tatyana was the youngest Krycek child, only five and a half. The twins were silent, neither having seen their father like this before. They clutched hands, Alex's right to Sascha's left. In the middle of one of Natasha's sentences, their father broke in. "Quiet, Natasha, I have to think." Tasha caught Alex's eyes in the rearview mirror, her expression clearly reading `What did you do now?` Alex looked out the window, wondering why his father was so angry at him. He hadn't thought that it would be so bad, to just look at one of his father's files. After a ride that seemed at least 4 hours longer than normal, they arrived home. Alex rushed in, Sascha following at his heels. Their mother met them at the door, all smiles. Alex threw himself into her, hugging her tightly so his father wouldn't have a chance. A chance to hurt him. His sisters came in silently, and his mother gently pushed his head away. And his father came in. "Alexander, get in your room." Perfectly stone cold. "Now." He ran up the stairs, afraid, and sat in his room. In perfect darkness. He just sat on his bed, too scared to move. Suddenly he heard someone on the stairs. His father. The door was flung open and Alex looked up to see his father looking royally pissed. "Come here." Alex shook his head gently, refusing to move. His father raised his voice. "Come *here*!" Alex shook his head again, scared. "Alexander Krycek, get here now or it'll be ten times worse." Reluctantly, Alex got up and walked over to his father. His father picked him up and shook him slightly. "What the hell did you think you were doing, boy?" Alex didn't answer. He was scared to. His father put him back down and slapped him hard across the face. Alex didn't cry out, he didn't want to let his father see how this was hurting him. Physically and Mentally. Two minutes later, Sascha heard Alex's scream. She went to run up the stairs, to their room, but her older brother stopped her, picking her up. "Chris, don't!" she protested, needing to go to Alex. She squirmed, trying to get out of her 8-years-older brother's strong arms. He took her back into the lounge, and sat her down. "Sasch, don't go up there. You don't want to see." She shook her head violently, as another howl came from upstairs, this time punctuated short by a sob. Then she started crying, hearing Alex in pain. ***** Alex stood up with pain, and looked through his father to the wall. His father was slightly out of breath. "Alex, come here." Alex shook his head and backed away, hitting the wall and whimpering slightly in pain. "Alex, I'm not going to hurt you again. Come here." Alex haltingly walked over, and his father took him in his arms. "I'm sorry, Alex - but you shouldn't have done that. Do you understand?" He held the small boy out at arm's length, and looked him in the eye. Alex's eyes were absent, wide, and unfocussed. He snapped his fingers in front, and Alex looked at him, nodding, corners of his mouth turned down, and blood trickling out. His face was red, and eyes when focussed were obviously puffy and swollen. He pulled the boy onto his knee, and held him tight. He felt remarkably guilty about hitting him like that, and wanted to apologise more. "I do love you, Alex.." He felt the boy nod, but he didn't respond. He let him go and walked downstairs again, not meeting the eyes of any of his family. Alex didn't come down for dinner, and when time came for Sascha to go up to bed, she found him facing the wall, shoulders shaking. "Alex?" she called, and went over to him. He turned away, not wanting her to see his injuries. She climbed into his bed beside him, and hugged him from behind, not putting any pressure on for fear of injuring him. And that's how the twins slept that last night.