Title: Last Time?

Summery: Just a short fic, very short. Scully wonders when Mulder's hurt. BIG on MSR this one!

Note: One chappie, soon I'll have Lumpkin on here editing 'Childhood Dreams'.

Enjoy!

The sirens are a sound a loath and love at the same time. I love them for coming to save him…but I hate them for having to come at all.

"Come on honey, Mulder? Stay with me…"

I keep whispering this and other meaningless nothings to him as his blood seeps through my fingers.

Will he seep through my fingers this time, like the blood flowing from his wound. Will his soul escape him and will I not be able to hold on? Will I lose my grip?

No I can't. I can't let him leave.

They always said things would be all right in the end…it will be the end if I lose him. That won't be all right!

No! I can't lose him. I'm not going to lose my grip, I'm not going to left him seep through. I am going to use all my strength to hold on. And he'd better too.

But I still can't help thinking…

Will this be the last time?

The last time I see those beautiful hazel eyes…

The last time I see his beautiful face, his smile…hear his laugh?

No, I won't let it be. We are going to fight.

Together! This isn't the end. I won't let it be.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, I turn to see a tall man leaning over me, asking me to step aside.

Step aside?

Who the hell does this guy think he is?

Does he not get it?

Does he not see this could be the last time?

No.

Someone else takes my arm and pulls me, I try to pull away but they're to strong!

No! I have to stay with Mulder! Let me go!

They pull me into a hug and I realize who it is.

I sob into Skinner's coat, I can't take this.

"Don't worry. He's a fighter. This isn't the end."

It's now Skinner's turn to use my words…my nothings.

He guides me to his car and drives me to the hospital.

Once there I run inside to find my partner.

My friend.

My lover.

They tell me he's in surgery…that I'm not aloud, that I have to wait.

F-ck waiting! I need to know what's happening!

I badger them with questions until a doctor walks through those big doors.

"How is he?"

"What happened?"

"Will he be alright?

"What was the damage?"

I sum them all up with my quiet whisper:

"Will he live?"

The doctor looks at me and I fear his answer.

"There was much blood loss, we lost him in surgery-"

My heart drops.

"But we got him back."

Oh god…a tear rolls down my cheek.

"We want to keep him for a few nights, since there was a slight infection." He puts his hand on my shoulder "He will live."

I nod.

"What room?" a whisper a little louder then before.

"1013."

I nod and rush off. When I find the room, I see his fragile body on the bed.

His chest rising and falling with each breath.

And I nearly lose mine.

I slowly walk over and take his hand. His eyelids flutter and he turns to me. A smile plays across his face.

"Hi." He whispers

A tear slides down my cheek.

It's not the end.

I didn't lose my grip.

He was going to be ok.

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Ok, really bad and corny, I know. But I needed something to do.

But right now I need an eggo. So I'll get Lumpkin on Childhood Dreams in a bit!

Laters!