Title: Nunca você Author: Dantzi Jean E-mail: _phantom_lass@hotmail.com_ Website: _http://www.geocities.com/myxfvoice_ Category: ANGST, SPOV, Post-EP, Character death, Slight MSR Rating: PG13 Spoliers: Post “The Truth” Disclaimer: Really, who cares? Summary: “Never You” in Portugese Feedback: If you want to…sure. Author’s Notes: Since the fanfic well has gone dry, I decided to come up with this. Please don’t flame me for the ending. **************** Nunca você By Dantzi Jean *************** You know. You know the truth, and it is as unchangeable as the tides of the sea. Defeated and tired you return to me. Bruised, beaten, and on the run from the law. And again I follow you, into danger, pain and the unknown. December 22, 2010...the date repeats itself over and over in my mind until it doesn’t make sense anymore. Nothing seems to make sense anymore, nothing except you. I turn around and look at your peaceful form lying prone on the bed. The rain beats against the window making your profile visible in the dim light. Even in sleep you are haunted. Your face is the evidence of your pain. I haven’t seen you in a year, but I still know every line of your face every fleck of tawny brown in your hair, only now it is shaded with grey. You look so tired, my love. I can’t help but hurt for you, the pain I feel crushes my breast staggering my breath. I see you and I see your pain. I walk to the bed and sit down, your life of a fugitive has left you unable to sleep soundly and you turn over, mumbling nonsense words. I place a hand on your arm to soothe you, you relax slightly. What is left for you, my love. Your quest is lost, your sister is dead, your son is gone, and your life is unrecognizable as your own. Weary, tired, drained, and conquered. You heard the man, the date is set, the aliens will come, and we will all die. None will be spared, none save the slave race of humans. Our son, Skinner, Monica, John Dogget, Gibson Praise, me all of us will perish. Nothing will be left to prove your quest, nothing valid. The painful process that has been our search will all be for naught. Only one aspect of your quest will be realized--everyone will know. But only when it is too late for them. I guess what I am saying is maybe an excuse, it could never be a reason, but I must choose for us. I will die in that invasion, but you will not. You cannot die like that, I won’t let it happen. You have fought them with every ounce of humanity and goodness in you, it has consumed you and run rough shod through your life, I cannot let it claim your life too. You are too good for them, Mulder. I can’t let them win. They have already claimed you once, they won’t do it again. The sacrifice will not be you, my love. It will not be you. I curl my hand around the knife. It is solid and comforting in my hand. I clench my hand around the handle, gathering my courage for what I must do. I raise the blade slightly, the rain make the blade seem to glow in the night, for a moment I stare at it, then before I have another coherent thought, I plunge the knife hard and fast. You open your eyes at the pain and surprise. You look at me and your eyes travel down to look at the blade and my hand gripping the handle. Your eyes are hurt, you try to speak but the pain makes it impossible. I place my hand over your eyes and bend down to kiss your still open mouth. Your breathing is labored and the blood is flowing freely over my hand, and your body down to the bed, soaking in to the mattress. I bring the blade up again, fresh blood pools out of the existing wound, spilling more of your life’s fluid around the room. I deliver one more hard thrust. I hear you moan and gasp, as the last breath of air leaves your body. Your eyes are already closed waiting for the end, knowing it is near. I stand and walk to the window staring at the rain. It starts to pour harder now, making the glass seem opaque. I know you are gone now, but still I feel your presence in this room. They cannot claim your life, my love. I saved you, my love. They can never have you now. This was the only way it could end for you. I think you knew that. I look back at your body, the bed soaked with your blood, the knife still protruding from your body. I look at your face, finally, my love you are at peace. I walk to your body and kiss your lifeless lips. I love you, I will always love you. I will fight the fight you can not. I will loose the battle, and I will be their sacrifice, not you, Mulder. Never you. **THE END**