Miracles

By Cat

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Prologue

Cornfield Southern Nebraska August 10, 2000 1:10 AM

Alex Krycek sobbed as the pain in his back and stomach flared again. "Oh God, Fox, it hurts...." He was beyond caring that it might make him seem weak. Didn't care that tough, hard-bitten ex-consortium assassin, ex-triple agents didn't moan and cry just because they hurt.

"I know Alex," Mulder whispered placatingly as he continued to haul the other man through the thick Nebraska cornfield. He just prayed that he could find some kind of shelter where he could get Krycek out of the dark, humid heat of the night where he could rest. He didn't want to have to try and do what he had to do out in the open. He tightened his arms around the triple agent as he cried out again and stumbled.

They broke through the edge of the field and the FBI Agent sighed with relief as he saw the barn up ahead. The farmhouse facing the barn was dark meaning the occupants were asleep. Meaning that with any luck at all they wouldn't be spotted. He really didn't think that they'd be gone by morning, Alex wouldn't be up to it yet. But he hoped he'd be able to find someplace to hide them so that they wouldn't be found. He fervently prayed they wouldn't be found. He knew Alex wouldn't survive if they were recaptured and returned to the Consortium laboratories.

Reaching the barn, he leaned Krycek against the wall as he opened the heavy barn door. The triple agent doubled over in agony, a scream escaping from pale lips.

"Oh God it's coming Fox, it's coming!" Alex whimpered in terror as the pain hit him again.

Mulder grabbed his lover and dragged him into the barn. He looked around quickly and spotted an open stall filled with soft, clean looking hay. Half carrying, half dragging, he got Alex into the stall and laid him down gently. He tugged the soiled sweats from the triple agent, then pulled off his own shirt laying it aside in preparation. It wasn't clean but it was the best that he could do.

Blood and a clear liquid ran down Krycek's thighs from his ass and Fox trembled. He wished Scully were here. She'd know what to do. He cringed as Alex screamed again, long and high this time. The triple agent nearly bent himself double over his large stomach as he tried to push the pain out of his body.

Mulder heard the barn door open and paled. He looked around for a weapon and spotted a pitchfork, it would have to do. Grabbing up the makeshift weapon he stepped out of the stall.

"Don't come any closer," he warned the big man that came through the door. He was one of the biggest men the Agent had ever seen, at least six foot seven with a barrel chest, and heavily muscled arms and lean hips, honed from years of heavy farm labor.

Hank Morgan stared down at the thin, exhausted trespasser in front of him. He knew he could take him with one arm behind his back. But it was the terrified, desperate look in the man's eyes that held him back. "Son, this is my barn..."

The farmer was interrupted by another scream from Alex. "Fox! Fox!"

Mulder looked back and forth between the big man and his lover lying inside the stall. He was torn between wanting to be by his lover's side and wanting to protect him.

"Please, we'll be gone in the morning. I promise, as soon as he can walk I'll get us out of here," the agent pleaded desperately, backing closer to the stall, watching as the farmer followed him step for step. He knew the man was at an angle now where he could see inside the stall.

"Christ, what the shit." The man bowled past Mulder, totally disregarding the pitchfork. He dropped down to the stall floor between Alex's up drawn legs staring at the crowning head of the baby forcing it's way out of the triple agent's horribly stretched and torn anus. "Molly!"

Fox dropped the pitchfork and stumbled to Alex's side as he screamed again. He saw a woman come hurrying into the barn, watched, as her eyes grew huge as she saw Krycek.

"Hank?"

"Molly, get warm water and blankets, and the alcohol, scissors and the floss out of the bathroom. This baby is about to be born," he called to her, snapping his wife out of her shock. She turned and hurried out of the barn to get the items he'd asked for.

"I don't even want to know how this is happening," the man said as he looked up at Mulder. "What's his name?"

"Alex," Mulder whispered, brushing the hair out his lover's face with a shaking hand.

"Alex on the next contraction I want you to push, okay? Push as hard as you can," the farmer said firmly, putting one hand on Krycek's belly.

"Have you done this before?" Fox asked, staring at the bigger man with nervous eyes.

"I delivered all of my own children right here in the farm house, and a few others as well. I was a medic in Vietnam," the older man replied as he eased a finger in around the tight ring of flesh, checking for the umbilical chord.

"Hear that babe, we got lucky for a change. We found an expert," Mulder whispered, shifting to sit behind his lover, supporting him.

Alex tensed as the next contraction started and bore down as hard as his exhausted body would allow, sobbing as the pain peaked.

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