A/N : Alright, so I'm no medical doctor, in fact I do not have much knowledge in the medical field. Therefore, this one shot is not perfect. Plus, I'm a sucker for MSR, and I thought if Scully was dying… it would make sense for her to finally unwrap and get to revealing her true emotions for Mulder. I mean come on, we all know how she feels inside, right? ;)
Yeah, this is pretty AU to be honest, but this is my first FF and I felt like writing a little tonight. I hope it's not too bad. :P

Scully tapped eagerly on Mulder's wooden desk, contemplating. She bit her bottom lip as she slowly took a seat behind his desk. An expression of fear had been apparent over her quite anxious face. Fear, anxiety, mixed with overwhelming emotions seemed to be eroding her mind.

She looked down to her fingers. When she noticed she had been carving small scratch marks in the wood, she heard the knob on the office door twist, followed by the opening of the door.

"You're here early." Mulder informed her, shutting the door behind him and taking a few steps closer into the basement office.

"Yeah." She said effortlessly with a nod. The anxiousness had now been apparent in her voice, not only from the look on her face.

"Are you alright, Scully?"

"Fine." She lied through her teeth, standing up from the chair and walking toward the file cabinet.

"This case – It doesn't seem to be anything that would draw your attention," She said, changing the topic as if trying to rid the truth from her mind. She pulled open a drawer, and ran her fingers through the letters, stopping on P and pulling out the file labeled 'Poltergeists.

"Then I read further into it, and it reminded me of a previous case…" She slammed the drawer shut and handed the file to Mulder.

"Great minds think alike, don't they, Scully?"

If that were true, and not an overly used phrase, maybe Mulder would have had a hint as to what had been running through her mind.

"You know, Mulder, I think there's something that needs to be discussed." Scully said, returning to her position seated in Mulder's chair behind his desk.

Legs crossed, hands placed on the desk. This time, folded. She played with her fingers like a child for a moment, before looking up to face his hazel eyes.

"And what's that?" He said, dropping the file down onto his desk.

"I uh-- have a terminal disease… As a result of my cancer… The doctors are trying to do everything in their power, but it's a small chance I'd survive."

Mulder's facial expression changed. He became concerned, frightened.

"No." He refused to believe it, denied it.

"I'm dying Mulder… I wish it wasn't so… But, just in case I – just in case I never get to reveal how I feel about… Mulder, I've been thinking about this a lot lately... and, well, I've wasted so much time being a professional to the point that I, I've never gave my heart what it truly wanted, truly… needed."

Mulder tried to hold back tears, be strong for her. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, Scully stood up and approached him. She placed a hand on the back of his neck, and pressed her lips hard against his.

She felt her tongue enter his mouth, as their lips clashed. Pure fire, burning desire. A feeling in which Scully had never felt once before, neither of them had felt.

She smiled against his lips, and he lifted her so her legs had been wrapped around him for support... To be at his height, to come close and face to face with her partner, her friend… her lover.

"I need you." He said in a low voice in between deep, passionate kisses.

"You have me, you've always had me."

She began to tear, as well as Mulder. He couldn't seem to hold the tears back. She was dying, this was their only romantic moment. First… and possibly last.

Their tears collided with each other, flowing in a stream down their close faces, as they wished this moment would never end.

But there always had to be an ending... even if it was death.