.prologue.
It wasn't too bad, really, dying in the place of one you loved. It wasn't even too bad to die looking into his eyes, knowing that he could do nothing to save me from my death. After all, in that moment, I knew that he loved me. Nothing could make me happier (except, of course, to live normally with him) but that he loved me, after all this time. I had spent so long just trying to get over Sam, and then trying to avoid fate, that it was pure, blissful relief. It wasn't even terrible that Sam had dumped me, now. If he hadn't, I wouldn't have met him, after all.
What was terrible was that I had let him down. He had counted on me to save him, and now I was the one who needed saving.
I knew that had I never joined the Air Force, I would have never met him. I would have continued to live until I stopped phasing (I doubted that would ever happen, though,) grew old, and died. But I would have been completely and utterly miserable. I didn't regret coming here, even though I was here, about to die, in the place of the one I loved.
I was content. I had known him for a short time, and that was enough. He was my soul mate and now that I had met him, I couldn't live without him. He completed me. And as I looked into his dark intelligent eyes, I knew that I completed him, as well. He had become an outcast, like me; two of a kind, freaks each of us in our own unique way. When I had finally found him again, he'd finally understood, even though we were going to die because of our own actions. Well, his actions to escape, and my actions to find him.
The timer on the C-4 beeped. I knew that it was warning me that there were only 10 seconds left until the timer went off and the explosives went off. I didn't look away from my beloved's eyes, not even blinking as the numbers ticked down to zero.
I smiled blissfully as the C-4 roared.