I was bemoaning to Erolyn that I can’t write love as I’ve never experienced it. She pointed out that although I have never loved another human being, I do love my rats, and therefore I should write a story drawing on those emotions. So…

by SOB

Mulder cupped Krycek’s face gently in his hands, looked deep in his bright glittering eyes and squeaked in a high pitched voice: "Who’s my odgie poodgie pooh then? Who’s a sweet pretty widdle bubby wubby? Did the big mean Mulder-daddy head butt your poor wickle bullet? Awwww, schnookie kins! Let me kiss it all better, icky wicky fwuffy bun buns…"

Krycek shot him. Severely.

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