A/N: Everyone is going to kill me. You are all going to hate me. Cause this is the last chapter. Please just stick with me on this.

Disclaimer and stuff: In first chapter

Washington Memorial (Skinner POV)

"Walk with me Mr. Skinner." Was what CSM requested. Skinner didn't know what was going on, but this man had Mulder and Scully. Who knows what he would do with them. He decided to risk it.

"Okay, on one condition." Skinner had crossed a line.

"Your demanding conditions? Well Skinner hears a newsflash! I have Mulder and Scully and I can kill them in an instant? Do you realize that? I have no need for them! DO YOU UNDERSTAND??? CAUSE I HONESTLY DON'T THINK YOU DO!" CSM was yelling by now. Skinner knew he was at a breaking point with this man, and he couldn't risk breaking this bond he had so unwilling formed with him.

"Fine." Skinner said tiredly. He was tired of all the games, it was wearing him down.

"Good. Now on to more important matters, I need you to make it look like Mulder and Scully have disappeared of the face of the world. Because they're dead." He stated it simply and calmly.

"You bastard." Was all Skinner could find himself saying.

"I believe you've already called me that in a earlier time." CSM said pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"How could you? What did they ever do to you?" Skinner said his voice rising in anger, his facing quickly turning the red tomato color.

"Oh boo hoo. Get over it, I'm being nice and giving you the bodies. Of course you can't show them to anybody. Just bury them unless you want me to get rid of them. And there's only one way I know how to make everything disappear." CSM had the evil glint in his eyes; Skinner saw the greed in his eyes. Skinner started to become frightened of what this man would do for power.

"No No. I'll take them." It was all Skinner could do. He had failed them, they were dead, but he could at least give them a proper burial.

"Good, this is good." CSM clapped his hands together like a little child after receiving a pleasant gift at Christmas. But there was nothing child like in CSM.

"What do you want me to do?" Skinner resigned himself for the task at hand. Leaving the emotion out of his voice. The older man would only get joy at hearing the sorrow in his voice.

"I will deliver the bodies the dead bodies, outside of the FBI tomorrow night at 11:30 PM. They will be marked for the corner, but you will intercept the bodies and do what you want. Remember this Assistant Director Skinner, if anyone finds out about this I WILL FIND YOU! AND DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE. I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU MYSELF! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" CSM uttered his tone harsh demanding, his tone cold unwavering in the brutally of what he was saying.

Skinner gulped and nodded. There was nothing good in this man. And for the millionth time Skinner wondered if he even had a heart. A car pulled up by CSM, he opened the door to another one of those black unmarked sedan.

"Till tomorrow." His goodbye was warm, but it was false warmth one that couldn't hide the horrible underlying meaning. Then he was gone. Skinner finally took notice of his surroundings. He was a few blocks from the FBI building, he headed toward it.

X files Office

Skinner paused in the doorway of the cluttered office. He looked in, I mean really looked. He saw and man's devotion for the truth and a woman who was just as determined to find that truth. He saw a friendship like no other. And partnership based on trust. He saw a love shared by two driven people. Who couldn't even find the time to express their feelings to each other. That was what Skinner saw.

Then he saw where it had got them. Dead. They were going to be buried in secret in unmarked graves. No one was even going to know. No one was going to care about two soldiers fighting in a never-ending battle to find the truth. What was the world coming to? Skinner turned and left the office.

Skinner's Apartment

Skinner entered his cold uninviting home. No wait home is what you call a place that warms your heart when you think of it, a place you actually want to come home to. This was a place where Skinner slept and ate at. Nothing more. Skinner jerked out of his coat letting it fall on the floor, not bothering to pick it up.

He headed straight to the liquor cabinet. Pulled out the vodka and a shot glass. Poured some into the glass and gulped it down. He went to the couch and sat down heavily. He looked at the empty glass. Then hurled it away from him. He realized that this was the end, that this how it ended for Mulder and Scully. When the shock and finality of that sunk in, he started crying and crying. Finally sobbing he collapsed into a troubled slumber.

THE END

A/N

Well this is the end. Kinda like a XF episode I think. Never answers questions just to bring up more. (Sees angry readers coming at her with pitchforks and torches) AHHHHH!!!! OKAY! OKAY! I might write a sequel….cough review cough cough

DDstalker

(Don't you just love my cliffhangers and me?)