Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Malek.
The sands were silent tonight; even the Tok'ra knew that there would soon be little left to say and that the words they had would be inadequate. A small desert fox stood in motionless watch over the sand dunes his eyes glowing brightly in the light from the half moon high above. The Tok'ra's secret sentinels hunkered down in their hiding places, waiting. Time, it seemed, was standing still. The days had rushed towards them of late hastening towards the end as darkness spread and shadows grew longer. The sands were inky black under the deep blue star strewn sky. Visions of the past haunted Malek's thoughts as he kept his silent vigil over the stargate. Egeria, the Tok'ra queen, was dead. Malek could still see her lying on that cold table so far from home, dying, and still willing to help those who had used her for so long. It took a good deal of compassion to do so and he did not think that he could have done the same were he in her position. He could still see the faces of his fallen comrades and brothers in arms. Each death sealed the Tok'ra's fate a little more than the last. Soon the time of the Tok'ra would be at an end, their dwindling numbers were testament to that. There were whispers that the end was nearer than anyone thoughtand Malek could not help but wonder who would carry on the fight once they were gone; the rebel Jaffa perhaps, or the Tauri. Somewhere in the darkness the fox let out a long lonely howl that echoed Malek's fears and sent shivers up his spine. The end was coming and all Malek could do was wait.