Title: Duhkha(1/?)
Rating: MA
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You can't steal it. Please send feedback. Ask if you want to archive, please archive, my
name has to be attached and so forth.
Notes: The story isn't really going with the timeline the show set. I'm not really
that smart so whatever I write, I write.

Side Note: I've started writing again after a ten year hiatus. I'm trying to fix up my old fics and add some new ones.

"These are images from Egypt and London that you are seeing on either side of the screen. Similar reports have been pouring in by the thousands from around the globe. Umm no one has been able to identify what sort of crafts these are. The US government is saying they have no knowledge of any aircraft that have these abilities or shapes. Ok. We are getting some live images from Kansas. Yes, it appears the same crafts are around the United States. Every country has raised their terror threat levels to the highest point. We are being told the president, cabinet members, and white house staff are being moved to a secure location. But this statement was issued by the president. Let me read it here.

'The American Government is doing all it can to find out what this new threat is. We are working with our allies in establishing a world wide defense strategy. At this point in time we do not know the reason for these aircrafts sudden appearance, nor where they came from. But rest assured; the Military is preparing to defend our country at all costs. Please do not panic. Stay in your homes until otherwise directed.'

That was the President's last statement before leaving the White House. Again it appears no one knows who or what these crafts belong to, and what their intentions are."

"Shit." I mumble in anger. We aren't ready yet. I glance to Scully, asleep under a billowing blanket. Exhausting set in for her long before it ever will me. And now even if the exhaustion hits me, I wouldn't let it knock me out. We're not nearly close to being ready to fight. There's not enough antigen to fight the virus. I rub my head furiously in my hands. We have no choice. They've finally brought the fight to us. We did all we could to prevent it, but I guess we just didn't do enough.

I turn the TV off. I can't watch it; I know what's going to happen. I've known for years. The panic is there in everyone's voice. The phone starts vibrating next to me. I pick it up quickly, afraid to wake her.

"Mulder." I answer. The voice on the other end is telling me everything I already know. Plans have to go into effect, people have to hide. The public needs to be warned but it's an impossible task. We're all meeting up in three hours. The voice is gone and I'm on the verge of tears. I've silently wished this would happen after we were dead. At least we could have a little peace in our lives.

I crawl my way up the bead, pulling the blanket over me. I'm lying here, just staring at her face. Sleep is the only real time her face is relaxed. There's no worry or fear, no sadness. I brush a lock of hair behind her ear, my hand caressing her cheek. The world is about to crash around us and I can't bear to wake her up.

My lips brush softly against hers. They are dry and chapped but I don't care. Her eyes flutter open, a brief moment of confusion drifts by but is soon replaced with a smile.

"We have three hours." I whisper. The smile fades rapidly and a glimpse of sorrow appears. "Everything's been ready to go for years. There's nothing to do right now."

"I thought I would be ready." Her eyes drift away, alone tear streaks its way down her cheek. My thumb brushes it away.

"So did I." My lips find hers again. There's a hint of salt from stray tears. We could grieve, but that would be giving up. We will fight if only to save the future of our child that's somewhere out there. We fight for him, our son. I roll us so that I'm over her. Red hair is flowing across the pillow. Her eyes are pleading silently with me; we have no more need for words. This angel and I are more connected then I ever thought I would be to anyone or anything. For a moment I'm lost in her eyes. Our lips meet again with soft hungry desire. I could ravish her within minutes, but now is not the time for that. The world is about to end, this is our last chance pause the spinning axis of the earth and just focus on us.

My hand slips up under her shirt. She used to wear silk , now she just wears plain t shirts. I think she looks even sexier now then ever. Her skin is silky soft, it takes all my control to just let my hands linger.

The ATV's are loaded down with our gear, but it doesn't slow us down any. We slice through the forest, dodging trees as we traverse a long overgrown path. We're on our way to the mountain. It has a system of elaborate, huge tunnels much like the president or military use for nuclear bomb shelter. This shelter was started back in World War two. Not for the war, but by people who already knew the future their children would see. Only just a few years ago they had it stocked with munitions and vehicles, then camouflaged the entrance with rock and soil. There is only one way in and out. It looks like a cave if you're not really looking.

We skid to a stop at the entrance. When we go in, we don't know when we'll come back out.