A/N I was in a sad mood, and this is the result... But hey, maybe there will be a happy ending... The title refers to the song by Evanescence: "My last breath"

Hold on to me love
You know I can't stay long
All I wanted to say was
I love you and I'm not afraid

The blood was flowing freely down his hands, it stained his shirt and was even smeared across his face. But he didn't notice, the only thing he was focusing his attention on was the woman lying in his arms. Her form limp, as if she was being held together with one breath. One last breath. A sob hitched inside his throat, trying to break free. But he stopped it before it could leave his mouth. Tiny shivers still went through her body, giving him the knowledge that she was still alive, that she was still with him, that she still had a chance. Her broken voice broke his concentration, keeping him from forming a connection.

"Michael," she whispered, strength leaving her voice every passing second.

He shook his head vehemently, his hair flinging around, the strands stinging in his eyes. He ran one blood-soaked hand through it, leaving clumps of blood in it.

"Shhh, it's okay, don't talk. We're gonna find Max, he- he'll fix it. He'll fix it baby…"

Now it was Maria's turn to shake her head, and with the little strength she had she produced a little movement.

"I- I can feel it. It's okay." Ever so slowly she willed her hand to reach his face, and with the softest touch she turned his face, forcing him to look her in the eyes. His brown orbs, now filled with tears that refused to fall, met her loving green ones. But they were different now, as if the light was leaving them, only leaving behind shells of what once could be seen in them.

"I love you, Michael. I loved you from the moment in that cheap motel room…" coughs wracked her tiny body, and blood seeped past her opened lips, leaving them luscious red.

Michael only held tighter, his hand still on the gaping wound in her stomach. But it was no use, the blood was still seeping through in rapid pace.

"I'm- I'm not afraid, not any more…"

Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms
Holding my last breath?
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you

The past few years had been the hardest years of their lives. After their flee from Roswell, all had expected to have the life they had always dreamed of.

Freedom.

But they had gotten the opposite. Their travels in the cramped van were short, cause the FBI seemed to know their every move. So their freedom wasn't freedom. They were trapped, on the run, but always trapped. The first one to fall was Liz. Texas was the state that meant the end of her. She had seen it herself, but decided against telling Max. So when they came for her, in the cheap motel room they had been staying at, she was ready for them. With her newly developed powers she knocked two of them out, before they got to her. They never wasted time on examining her, they went for the kill.

Isabel had sensed it, running in the small room, only to find her sister in law's body, blood pooling around her, and her dull brown eyes looking empty. Max was one second behind her, and his screams could be heard in the entire area, causing the rest of the small group to appear from various places. Only to see the boy, who once was a king, sitting on the floor next to the cold body of his wife.

When Maria saw her once best friend, she sagged onto the floor, opening her mouth in a soundless cry. Michael crouched next to her, giving silent support by putting his arms around her and pulling her into his chest where she cried.

She cried, and couldn't stop crying, not when Max blew up the remaining agents, not when they ran again and not when she was sleeping. She cried for days, and she cried in Michaels arms.

After Liz' death the group went silent. The whole 'running away towards great adventures- idea' wasn't there anymore. This was real, and it was dark.

The second one that breathed her last breath was Isabel. She was miserable after what happened to Liz, and it made her miss Jesse even more. It made her miss him so much, that she took a risk, a risk that cost her her life.

She came to Kyle at night, telling him of her plan, and he disagreed. But it was her choice, so he decided to come with her. They went silently in the night. Only leaving a note, that said not to wait for them.

Kyle returned alone.

He returned, clothes torn and crumpled, stains on his face. He told them what happened when they found Jesse, how he was already gone. Examined, put through tests no one would want to be put through. After they got what they wanted, they had gotten rid of him. And when Isabel had found his body, she had gone in to a wild rage. With eyes blazing, she blew up the research facility with all its records and all its employees, including herself. And Kyle had been there, holding her in his arms when she took her last breath.

Max didn't speak, he hadn't spoken a word since Liz' downfall. He just let the tears escape his eyes.

Michael and Maria did what they always did the past few months, they sought comfort with each other. And at night, they cried, for the lives of their friends, the lives of their family and for their own lives, for they felt like they were already dead.

Kyle had changed, not only in the alien way, but also in the human way. He grew silent, jokes no longer part of his vocabulary. Only one word- sentences left his mouth every once in a while. But most of all, he grew careless. And the carelessness was what did him in. He went shopping, and when he would have checked the street, he would have found it empty. When he would have been paying attention, he would have noticed the lack of customers in the store. And when he finally noticed them, with their dark suits, pointing their guns on him, it was already too late…

Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight

They only heard the shots, but it was enough. Michael and Max wordlessly ran for it, seeing the body being carried from the store and put into the waiting car. They knew it was too late. So they did what they were used to, they ran. Leaving the van, they took Maria and stole the first car they saw.

And now, they were here, in the coldness of the sand, in the darkness of the Californian desert…The only ones who were left, the ones that lasted the longest, now had to say goodbye to another of their own. And not just anybody, she was the person who had kept all of them together, the person with enough love to partly heal the wounds which resided in their shattered hearts.

Michaels thoughts inadvertently shifted to a happier time, a time without loss, a time filled with love, happiness and banter.