#and DD's ability to run faster than horses (downhill)

[randomfoggytiger]

Chariots of Fire

(S4, Tunguska)

Tagging @today-in-fic

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Alex Krycek had upheld his end of the bargain: dangle the promise of a greater conspiracy in front of Fox Mulder, wheedle him from New York to Washington D.C. to Russia without exposing the dupe, and let his unwitting captive walk straight into the hands of his new countermeasure cohorts. The simplest way of accomplishing those instructions had not, of course, included a sneak-in from the gulag’s backdoor; but Krycek had ulterior motives of his own, and was never one to pass up an opportunity.

Two years ago, he’d been sham-partnered. Two years ago, Mulder’d taken off after a suspect, leaving Alex no choice but to follow. Two years ago, Krycek had eaten Mulder’s dust and embarrassingly pulled a hamstring. Two years ago, he'd been simultaneously angry and impressed enough to note that Fox Mulder ran and ran fast; and that one day he’d find out how fast that fast was.

Two years later, Alex watched, spellbound, as his former partner raced down the hill like an erratic Arabian, mounted militia yelling fruitless commands while their horses panted and slowed in his wake. Not only did Mulder maintain his lead, but he effortlessly lengthened it. 

5 feet, 10 feet, 15--

Above the thundering chaos, Krycek could have sworn he heard an angel jamming "Chariots of Fire" on his harp.

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