Title: Until the Sky Falls 
Author: Susan  
E-mail: touchstone98@tx.rr.com 
 
Classification: vignette 
Spoilers: The Truth 
Keywords: colonization, death (translation: this 
story does NOT have a happy ending) 
 
Archive: No archive without permission. 
Disclaimer: These characters belong to each other, 
not me. 
 
Author's notes at the end. 
 
Summary: They tried to stop things, they tried to 
make a difference, but in the end all they can do 
is wait for the sky to fall. 
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Until the Sky Falls 
by Susan  
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December 21, 2012 
11:40 pm 
 
 
He turns the light off in their cabin and climbs 
into bed beside her. 
 
It's dark inside their four walls, yet light enough 
for him to see her face. She looks so much older 
than she did ten years ago, and yet she looks just 
as beautiful as she did the first day they met. 
 
She feels the same to him too, although she's thinner 
now. Years of trying to save the world have taken 
their toll on her body, her clothes now hanging on 
her frame, her fingers not as nimble as they once 
were. 
 
His body has changed too over the past ten years, 
although his mind is as sharp as it ever was. 
 
They tried to stop things, they tried to make a 
difference, but in the end all they can do is wait 
for the sky to fall, crushing them and everyone 
else under its weight. 
 
Only twenty minutes left now, and they're both 
quiet, each of them thinking of the other, of 
what they could possibly say to each other their 
last few moments together. 
 
But there aren't any words right now. 
 
So she takes him inside of her instead, his long 
legs tangled around hers, lips tasting for the 
last time, tears dripping onto warm smooth skin. 
 
And when their bodies begin to reach that slow 
familiar burn, they keep their eyes open, taking 
each other in, savoring every nuance, memorizing 
every detail. 
 
Five minutes left, and they're still wrapped around 
each other, her hand trembling as it rests on his 
hip, his hand gently stroking her hair. 
 
And it's even quieter now, though they can still 
hear each other breathing. 
 
Taking her hand in his, he holds it against his 
heart for a moment, and then she does the same, 
threading her fingers through his before placing 
them on her own heart. 
 
One minute left, and he kisses her, then smiles 
as he whispers her name in that soft seductive 
way that makes her toes curl. 
 
And she smiles back, brushing her thumb across 
his bottom lip as she says his three favorite 
words one last time, "Mulder, it's me." 
 
Two seconds left now, and in this room, in this 
life, they hold onto each other and take one last 
breath. 
 
Together. 
 
 
~end~ 
 
*Yes, I know that was depressing, and yes, I know 
that it's not my usual fare, but when the 'ol muse 
starts yammering in my ear, I have to do what she 
says or she never shuts up.;) 
 
Thanks for reading, and if you feel so inclined to 
share your feelings about this story with me, drop 
me a line at touchstone98@tx.rr.com


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